Weaning: Hurricane

I dreamt that onions
appeared in my hands, the ones I’d forgotten
at the grocery store, and later,
when wind lashed against our window
waking only me,
I dreamt that you and I were walking
through the storm
and you took my hand as if to tell me
you did not need to nurse anymore.
The world at that moment–
glitter-blue, dark, oddly calm.
No words. Only wind and rain.