Surrender

The experience is best retold in dreamtime descriptions.

I dream
Your more-than-human hands
are replaced
by small white birds

and then the sky
holds them easily aloft
inside the universe of me

where wide portals appear

and open

The birds alight, take flight,
return again
in pulsing circles
rising, falling, calling

and finally, resting,
weave a nest into
my center

and I can only,
softly shaped,
succumb.