I had a dream about the ocean,
Laying calm in the morning light
As I stood above it
On the cliffs in Southhampton.
The morning sun raked the rolling tide
And speckled that immense blue with white.
A soft breeze touched my face
And I felt certain that I could fly.
And so I flew from that clift,
Down to the water below,
And sat down on the crest of a tiny wave,
Now a seabird, taking respite from my flight.
With that gull’s eyes, I could see all that surrounded me at once
And I looked back on the sandy cliffs
And out across the endless blue to the horizon.
The horizon called out to me,
“Come and see your ocean’s great infinity!”
But I could not answer back more than a caw
And I knew that I would not range too far
From the still and silent shore.
I woke up then,
Feeling as if I had swallowed sand.
I filled a glass from the faucet
And drank down cool water
As my dream faded from my mind.