THE SUBCONSCIOUS SPEAKS

after Jaeanann Verlee

Tableau: a clock hung over
The rugby pitch, an emerging
Face in a darkened window. A sky,
Bruised between day and night.

Every player in this scene is familiar,
Redressed as strangers. An old woman,
A young boy, the nodding doorkeeper.
The forest. Your doppelgänger.

A black horse breaks out the gate;
A swan spirals up a tower,
Thunderclouds wash over crops
And a comet falls somewhere soon.

They say in dreams that Everyone Is You:
The comets, horses, swans.
Tableau: a school gymnasium
At midnight. A stranger waiting there.