IV: Dreams#
I dream of waves and tides
of slippery skin and sand
seashells like the shingles
of some great underground structure
whose columns support the ground
and whose foundation holds tight
the heart of the Earth.
In my sleep, I wake
from my sleep
from the long thought
thought by tall people
thinking short thoughts.
I stretch my muscles
and crack my neck,
touch my toes
and run into the water.
2009