Caravan Delirium

Just below the necklace of stars

I saw shimmering caravans, their

Mesmerizing rhythm coupled with

That of steam plumes rising from

Drenched chill sheets wrapped

Against my fevered form—or

So it seemed, in delirium…

That angelic caravan, and the

Accompanying psychedelic

Peacocks drowsily waving

Glorious fanned feathers, blue

Emerald gems shot through

With rays, metallic hues…

All this viewed from narrow

Vent in ivory bed curtains

As I picked at crumbs of

Communion wafers, offered

By itinerant prophet whose

Murmured prayers sounded

Foolish gibberish…maybe it was

Merely unfamiliar Hebrew, reverent

Plea for God’s mercy to spare me;

Or grant longed-for release, via

Caravan to Heaven…no febrile hallucination.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

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