such a long time since i felt the light of seaspray on my face
looking overboard, the waves are soft as thoughts
and white flowers float on the surface
our bow cuts a path through them like dreams of the shore
mermaids swim in slow circles
monsters make dark bubbles rise
and everyone is rescued at the last perfect minute
when you’ve always been a stowaway
you have your story ready
and the truth goes down leagues
i thought of passage to my own dream world as free
but i’m sail tangled
and can’t navigate the stars to know
which way is land
-march 2017
a dreamy scrape 