A Sea Of White

A sea of white light in the night laps upon the shorline

of the edge of my bed.

I am a continent.

Dreams divide my day from day,

I am

two hemispheres.

Atmospheric pressure

forms the cargo of my thoughts.

Lightening escapes the corners of my eyes.

Subconscious

was a different word to describe

the places where we all go,

when the moment is just right;
we

Take To Flight.

A sea of tires

becomes a sea of towers

I must climb,

and I am not tired.

If I could tell you everything

then I could give you everything,

but I am a Taker,

and also a Giver.

I am

We.

We are

everything

which passes

between us

in a dream, a memory, a glint of sunlight on a summer window:

this thing called Life.

I am already

the woman

in a rocking chair.

I am also

the child

on a rocking horse.

Mary

go round

the merry-go-round.

The man in the
Middle

is the one

Who pulls

the Light

Switch.