Switch

This idea of a switch

the kind you two 

were talking about

that flips in the morning

may be marvelous

if that is a feature

you come with

but I get mired in dreams 

and if I take the wrong path 

through them

I’m not coming out 

into a good world 

when the sun rises. 

That happens 

as often as not 

when I am fighting 

the uncanny and look down

to see my hands

bloody to the elbow

or travelling through

the underdark 

every sense stretched 

to detect what is 

waiting just ahead

or following behind. 

If you wake up 

with your arms full of limbs

or wrapped around with 

spider silk or 

gagged in an 

apocalyptic closet you

may be forgiven for 

needing extra 

coffee in the morning.

And yet it is a gift

to travel into these places 

because if dimensions

blossom inside you like flowers

you are carrying freedom 

within you 

and that is worth a little 

knife fighting.