When I closed my eyes in Noni's field We were lying on our backs. I dreamt that the ground splits a seam, ...our spirits, floating. When no longer tied into our bodies, We left them (wrapping) As a sign, to slip into the crack. Tired and ready to go. But I don't know what goes on. I touched my grandfather's face, He lay fixed in his casket. He lay sewn shut and folded So that none could refuse it. They had posed, they had painted him. I laughed. I let him go. His cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight, evening time. I could never put my hands back to them. Still, I don't know what goes on. Will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns? Form a dim glow in your mind, Long after you remember who it was that I looked like? We saw the sky, swarming full with the light that the fireflies made. An accidental constellation. You, how will you go? Out through your mouth in a sigh? Into a space we don't know.