Water boughs, dawn breaks, I am head first into the green wave. I’m pale, tumbling over ten or more times before bobbing loose to breathe.
Fun with the Pacific Ocean, and I’m not even home yet.
It’s an island in a dream, and my head bumps gently into the deep curb of the deeper end of the pool, an island dream only, that ocean, while awake, there is this pool.
The thing is, any water is alright with me this morning.