This is My Dream

Mothers and sisters and daughters are wrapped in lotus petals; the velvety cocoon sends them into a deep slumber and they meet in the womb of a lucid dream. They lie, unabashedly naked like newborns, hidden in a field of foxtails. Heads touching, hair woven together in loose tangles, they stretch out in a starburst. Stalks bow to them in the breeze, an azure sky billows above them like a parachute softening a fall. In a secret language, they talk about the beauty of life, they speak of love in lilts, they tell one another each is beautiful and each believes it. They are safe, they are happy, and they are loved.