Commemorating the Thunder

(I just heard minutes ago)

January 26th, 2002

Unicorn

All my life I've never dreamed of a unicorn,

Me, a unicorn dreamer, I made my angel archetypes unicorns,

Me, who always wished but the realist who never believed in them

But would idly fancy one cleaving the air through interdimension

on the green rugby field outside the class window,

wanting one to take me away on its back forever

But they're lost, I'd reply, belong to another place

And so wrote about last ones,

Briel, a pure and unstained brother

Had incarnations in every tale

Turns out his name is in the angel encyclopaedia (yea, there is one)


And now last night, I dreamed one,

But not without encountering some old beasts first

Last night it thundered in January

You don't know what that means

It never thunders here

I can remember three, maybe four, thunder and lightening storms

In the last decade, the others were just lightening really,

 

There was a vast circle hole in the clouds

All around us,

We were on a hilltop

And my wee brother was calling where the lightening would strike next

You know, the one who called me 'Sis'

 

Two of the storms have happened on the night of the eve where men have really hurt me

And did so wrongly

I was with the second one, he noticed

Thunder is that unusual

 

An immigrant and he knew –the timing scared him

How the wind raged all night and hammered rain –just the same

I was nice enough not to mention, this was the second time

The second heart break, and that was the previous time it had stormed like that here


How strange then, a single rumbling peal, descending lower and lower

To herald snow??? Surreal, can't be,

Except, this time is the first time, that I'm really angry

'you should be south', I muttered bitterly

(how useless)

 

Little wonder then, that the bitch is back,

Except before, in the nightmares, they were all male

The eldest brother joins my dream tonight

To help me out; assesses the situation with a baleful look,

 

-'you're dreaming black dogs again?'

-um yes, well, it's been a while

a long long while

it's apt

-didn't realize I was this unhappy

not even from the awful way I cried last night

 

remember the jackal

and what she saw

she dreamed it beforehand

they ripped the child to shreds

right before her eyes

and that was how she knew

the unborn was going to die.

 

It was a long long time ago

But not too long to forget

The hopelessness they came in

When there was no way out

 

Another time it was me,

Helping my brother

But the roles have reversed themselves


It's not the same as when they were too powerful

Autonomous invasions

that didn't belong

Virile, strong and wholly savage

 

This one is old and hoary, white muzzle

But a killer

She ripped out Cofi's throat (-think 'Amores Perros')

Before meeting me

 

Strangely obsessed

She won't let me out of her company

Nuzzles me privately, pinches with two teeth

Just letting me know

She could rip it out

Anytime she likes

And just might want to

 

Before, there would have been no way of escaping her

Or someone to return the favor

There would have been no way of tricking her

No diversions, my brother could not have succeeded

There had been no way when one came for him

 

You must think I'm forgetting about unicorns

Or when he arrived

But it was not his diversion

He was already on the scene

And I had brightened marvelously

Like a fulfilled child,

But then it's never happened

 

Though there's been the finest horses

And I can ride them well

(I did when I was younger)

 

He's very bold

Not willowy or frail

Not stocky but strong and built

With a spire much the same that can't be missed

It is only when he's been there a while

That I notice

His coat is blackened and scorched

Like he's had to come through fire

 

But when he joins me later

It's brighter than ever

It was just incidental

Like an incidental tourist come for other things

Until my brother diverts the hoary bitch enough

And says, run now, while you have the chance

 And I do,

-down Richmond


Maybe it's a matter of choice

that makes him comes running after me

-like the dream where you came back

now it mattered to you enough

 

He comes

kneels forward with one forleg outstretched

and offers me his back, no less

 

I turn to my helper, dear brother

-don't you want to get on too?

But it's much too serious to ride a unicorn

He shakes his head

 

Besides, the bitch will come

Seeking her quarry

And the unicorn

Is there

To help me get away

Being on his back was like melding

To his body

I just fit there

Every line of my limb

Felt like I belonged

Riding him