Into the void

 One night

 I dreamt of a void 

When touched, dark blue ripples 

ricocheted outward 

pulsating on my fingertips. 

Flat, alive, and just wide enough

For me to step through. 

Opaque ground 

Sprawled out 

Blanketed 

A Blue forest. 

I stepped 

Around ocotillos 

Weaved through 

Joshua Trees 

And listened 

To the buzzing of bees.

Forest fades 

And buzzes turn into voices 

Singing of freedom 

From fear 

Their hope 

Echoing and elaborating 

In variations 

The cries of their loved ones

Dead 

Sounds a monody. 

In the void 

I find myself 

In a battle royale with my thoughts 

Wondering 

When it would be best 

To emerge