After the Dream Came the Habit

I woke last night
in a river.

How I got there
I don’t remember.

It was the sound
of AM radio

the static that occurs
in the space between worlds.

Like turbulence or vertigo.
And in that blackness

I went searching
for my mother.

This is the problem
with the body.

It’s like swallowing
a drug

or weather, or the mind
under duress.

You never know
what is going
to happen.

When God set me
here, upon this earth

already, it was
too late.