Noni's Field

When I closed my eyes in Noni's field
 We were lying on our backs.
 I dreamt that the ground splits a seam,
 ...our spirits, floating.
 When no longer tied into our bodies,
 We left them (wrapping)
 As a sign, to slip into the crack.
 Tired and ready to go.
 But I don't know what goes on.
 I touched my grandfather's face,
 He lay fixed in his casket.
 He lay sewn shut and folded
 So that none could refuse it.
 They had posed, they had painted him.
 I laughed. I let him go.
 His cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight, evening time.
 I could never put my hands back to them.
 Still, I don't know what goes on.
 Will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns?
 Form a dim glow in your mind,
 Long after you remember who it was that I looked like?
 We saw the sky, swarming full with the light that the fireflies made.
 An accidental constellation.
 You, how will you go?
 Out through your mouth in a sigh?
 Into a space we don't know.