Dreams can irrupt into waking life. Sometimes waking life feels like a dream. Reality is subjective, and its significance even more so. An irruption is the polar opposite of an eruption. As selves, our egos are forever erupting into our environment, influencing everything from landscapes to the behaviors of others. But we are like bubbles drifting through a larger, heavier fluid. Once in awhile our bubble weakens and lets something in from that fluid unconscious that challenges our sense of reality—this is an irruption.
irruption
all in a moment
reality peels back and reveals
the unknown…
snowflakes fall to the sky
boulders drift through a canopy
rustling leaves as puffy white clouds
leave craters where they fall to earth
snap to
eyes open
reach for balance…
walls breathe in darkness
linens screech at silence
ceramic tiles gnaw the legs
of your trembling bed
grip the sandpaper blankets
fingernails splintering
shut tight your eyes…
cold coils around your wrist
fibers burrow into the skin
as something parts the covers
by your recoiling feet
spring from bed
stumble to light
shatter the darkness…
nothing but familiarity
the rumpled sheets
an unvacuumed carpet
a flickering heartbeat
