Samane Shabani
Dec 3, 2018
Still Grandma
I dreamt that I was lost
In the labyrinth of your thought.
It was dark, and there was flood everywhere.
I was floating on the current of a nightmare.
On each maze I float;
I saw your life’s anecdote.
As if performed on stage
Yet the props did disengage.
The flood engorged everything
Your cane, glasses, knitting,
My voice, face, even my name
Were diminishing all the same.
There was a little formless fear
That on every corner did appear
Who took a part as plunder
And lost away, and I wonder
If Ariadne
I could be.
