When I closed my eyes in Noni’s field   We were lying on our backs.      I dreamt that the ground split a seam,   …our spirits, floating.      When no longer tied into our bodies,   We left them (wrapping)   As a sign, to slip into the crack.   Tired and ready to go.      But I don’t know what goes on.   I touched my grandfather’s face,   He lay fixed in his casket.      He lay sewn shut and folded   So that none could refuse it.      They had posed, they had painted him.   I laughed. I let him go.   His cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight, evening time.   I could never put my hands back to them.      Still, I don’t know what goes on.   Will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns?   Form a dim glow in your mind,   Long after you remember who it was that I looked like?      We saw the sky, swarming full with the light that the fireflies made.   An accidental constellation.      You, how will you go?   Out through your mouth in a sigh?   Into a space we don’t know.