synesthesia after anesthesia

by Kathryn Kirkpatrick


waking up like a needle
in a haystack
afraid to be found

and if found
to make nothing more
than a stitch in water

but even so
the unimaginable ripple
might touch the tongue

of a passing deer
who has bent to drink
so long and so deeply

I forget my fear
and become the current
in her liquid eye