I sit on a green grass riverside,
watching brown waters flow.
Some karst monoliths stand behind
in which scrubby shrubs grow.
I feel my mind could be swept on
down to the sprawling sea,
while my body would stay behind
asleep with back to tree.
And panic and freedom both rise -
untethered from earth's hold.
As I see the future and the past
blended at the threshold.
And space, like time, has no meaning --
just an amorphous blob.
I awaken gasping spastically,
my pulse in a wild throb.