a ripple in rain

i found you like an unnoticed treasure at a garage sale

hidden near old sheets and dusty furniture

and your arms were the bubble

outside of which was only reality

and a thousand things i didn’t want any part of

you told me you’d lived entire lifetimes in dreams

so we slept next to each other to see what would happen

and somewhere along the way between dreaming and not

between pillow talk and nagging questions

i forgot i was supposed to be able to let you go

where were you last night

when i found the secret room behind our bed?

i was trying to tell you, but i could only whisper

and you were sleeping so not even bagpipes could wake you

you told me you wanted just one truth to build from

and i said the truth is a question

just a game that we’re losing

with rules that pretend at dimension

but dimension is a lie

a figment

a fragment of us and tea yesterday

and you said no, there is more than that

because here we are, and what are we?

and i said we are a ripple in the rain.

you believe in substance and i believe in you

but we are made of limitations and hesitations

we are only patterned variations

we have left our shoes at the door of causation

and i forgot i was supposed to be able to let you go

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