sonar
you sleep under the desert sky
your face zipped in a bag, unafraid.
in my room
with paintings and flowers
i wake
a fear tornado rushing.
my heart balloons
i feel like dying.
for comfort i think of you.
ghost bats fly
out of the mine shaft.
the mother bat finds her baby among thousands
without taste, without sight, without sound
without smell, without touch.
we are drawn together along our own frequency
pale petals fluttering
invisible
in the dark.
you do not need ordinary senses.
you rescue me without even waking.