a poem perhaps too poetic

Daydream

i dreamt of you last night.

i was sorting cards into piles of their suits,

sitting in shallow water,

and it appeared that at the end of the sand

that i carelessly burrowed my feet into

a deep, dark water extended forever.

we were at the end of the world, it seemed.

you sat behind me on the shore

a yard or so away, sharing banter with the boys

passing around what i knew wasn't Camel

and i knew would enhance the day -

calling to me every once in a while to hurry up

so we could start playing.

and i sat smiling, singing, sorting.

i turned to glance your way

and assure you i was almost done

when a dripping mountain arose from the calm

spontaneous and lethal - just off shore

and coming close quick.

i rushed to pile the cards and excavate my toes

when i was pulled in

and thrown up into the wave -

holding tight to the deck and balling my body into a shell

as though my spine would protect me.

i was in this state  of wet and whirl and turmoil

for quick some time and then,

as if the wave was a wall

and all you had to do was reach in and pluck me from it,

you reached in

and you plucked me from it.

you carried me through shallow waters and sat me on a stone

with blue green waters all around and coy fish

wondering what all the fuss was about.

still holding tight to the cards

that had lived shortly as my lifeline i said:

"i think i dropped some" in a pitiful, worn voice -

looking up at you with tired eyes.

you smiled warm and big

and gave me a look - that look

you give when im pitiful and adorable -

apologizing for something that isnt my fault.

"its ok Jess," you said, wiping seaweed from my shoulder

and placing salty strands of hair behind my ear,

"i brought a second deck just in case."

and then i awoke to you kissing my neck

and nuzzling your nose into my collarbone.

i love you. i love you. i do.

(jb)