Dreams came to me
Of my mother's dying breath
Given by word of a cold and casual father

Just another day

Begin the observation

Not another word was said
Other than
"Where did it happen?"
And I couldn't pull the pieces together
For not a single tear fell from my eye
Only a distant shift of contact to the floor
So I retreated and walked away

Acting as the observer

It was time for work
And the ocean was beginning to roar
The sky was a mixture of ominous blues and blacks

And I thought of how funny it is that it would happen on such a day

I continued on repairing the deep sea vessel like a marine in his battlefield

Stop now and hear. The chain is relentlessly bewildering.

I walked back into the wildly colored room where I heard the news of her sudden demise
And there she was standing, dressed nicely in her usual non-chalant attire with a cigarette in her hand

Without hesitation I lunged myself into her arms and cried like a newborn babe seeing life for the first time

"I'm okay"
She gently whispered
Then I awoke
And again played my role as the observer