We once shared a dream where
we trampled the sponge earth of mixed mesophytic forest. Light scratches
as we scrambled up
the trunks of pine sang of our vitality,
In the flooded quarry we floated
with our faces turned up.
A deep shifting sent cool swirls
to grasp our calves and tickle our feet.
Water stuffed our ears.
We were up to our necks.