Endless Sleep

A vision

 

I threw myself on the weedy sand close to the water.

 

I lay looking at the fluttering mill that was so enchanting.

 

As the bubbling spring rose forever from the earth, the current became endless.

 

A shaft of sunlight, warm and thin like a light patchwork quilt, lay across my body.

 

Then I watched as the mill indolently sank into the sand until my

eyelids fluttered with the palm leaves.

 

Drops of silver slipping from the wheel blurred together like the trail of a shooting star.

 

The water made a sound like kittens lapping, and a rain frog sang a moment and then was still.

 

There was an instant when I hung at the edge of a high cloud made of the soft fluff of broom sage.

 

Instead of falling from the edge, I sank into the softness as the blue on white tufted sky closed over me.

 

I died.

Author's Note

A vision during the seam between sleep and consciousness