Shaken awake

[just mercedes]

 
 
So quickly midnight jolts you, a shoe
dropped into a gully of fresh grass dream -
you turn over, and a startled cloud flies,
reaching up like a hand into the sky
 
to join you, who belong there too,
closer than to the shadowed cave,
its momentary fleshy pleasures.
To join you, your fumbling quest,
 
your coming death foretold, afraid,
so now unloosed, now concentrate,
it shrinks to mist your blood, your dust,
your otherness. The earth quakes.