poetry and images by Rebecca Perea Kane ("A Wilderness Grown While We Were Sleeping"); used with kind permission of the author
April 18, 2015 as part of the 2015 Tom Tom Founders Festival, Second Street Gallery, Charlottesville, VA
About the work:
"A Wilderness Grown While We Were Sleeping"
In your dream you were a gull
in a world flooded by gray ocean.
You flew all night but there was no one,
nowhere to land. Nothing but gray
and gray waves. In my dream, I was falling
in a lightless cavern. My own voice
echoing: nothing can scare you, nothing,
more than me, nothing, because I know,
scare you, what scares you, nothing, the most.
When we awoke our bed was surrounded
by a glistening white-pine forest. The sun
bright daylight, but silver as moonlight.
Under our bare feet pinestraw lofted thick.
We sank to our knees. How do we ever get back?