Why is there no water in that/recurrent dream where I attempt/to take a shower in a tiny closet?---From “Each Question is Always the Same Question” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 08-11-11
These are the day’s fears come home to roost,
when all that we can look forward to is sleep
to salve hurts heaped as staples of our lives:
How often do we lash out to blame each other
for lost chances at being happy? For laughter
gone from rooms we leave never ever to return?
In other rooms, in other voices, do we hope
to remake, maybe rebuild, a ruptured refuge?
In your nightmare, there is no water in the closet.
---Albert B. Casuga