A Sound Not Unlike A Bell
Dreamed c.2021 by Wendy Xu
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In the dream last night I was desperately arranging cut flowers for something important The practical uses of my work I was not made aware Nobody was available to assist Thus the flowers were strewn about the carpet beside me I was compelled to finish my task by something greater than myself The forces that acted upon me seemed to say "Your life depends upon this assemblage" I took it as a warning, though provocative, though urgent and abstract The bouquets were to be picked up as soon as I declared them finished I admit, it felt good to be the lone member of mission control There's no point in talking of how time passes in a dream; I worked for minutes Perhaps I worked for years The only accompanying sound was a song looping in my mind about the little sparrow A Chinese folk song from somewhere, the past I was so alone in my freedom to choose, but because I was under deadline, duress I did not dare make a mistake After some time, I stepped away from my work and admired the results The outcome was beautiful, and because I had worked very hard, rare |
SOURCE: Poetry collection The Past by Wendy Xu, 2021, p.8. The dream's just the opening of a long prose-poem, A Sound Not Unlike A Bell. Section untitled in the book.
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