Last night I dreamt I was buried beneath the waves.
There was comfort in the pressure
of water and sand on skin and bone.
Still, I could see upward,
and the sand in my eyes fragmented sunlight into starlight.
Night became day; day became night.
I woke up with salt-stained hair
and sand beneath my nails,
this time trapped under my sheets.
Fluorescent light begged to penetrate my eyes.
But the dream was gone and the sea, dry.
My bed was a desert, bleached and overexposed.
That morning I would have traded cotton for sand
and down feather for salt.
I'll close my eyes again and turn my head.
I can smell the ocean on my pillow
and hear the waves coming for me again.
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