Friday Original Poem

Seizure

It’s not like you would think

All drooling mouth and vibration

Instead, a dream starts while I am awake

And I lean over the side of a bridge

Tip forward

And plunge from some ungodly height

Though if there is a god, she’s in there somewhere

Because there is pleasure in that moment of pure concentration

Of breath and pause

And crystal-pierced understanding

Then it ends

Like waves, sluggish and undulating

I’m nauseous and full of grief

Because I can’t remember anything except the beginning

Of the dream

And it seemed important

by Juliet C. Bond