Dreaming the Indian Ocean
You old ones, my people, when you passed childhood
were you surprised to learn so many had the same dream?
Had you thought, like me, you were the only small one
who turned your bed to a boat in the clear deep water
a boat in deep blue sky, sailing and flying the world?
Did you get where you wanted to go? Where was that?
I wanted to fly in my bed all the way to the Indian Ocean
where the great whales of every sea would swim green
deep water each year, giving birth and nursing their young.
What made that my dream? What could I have known, then
of their lives? This is the mystery left from my youth, deep
in the time before knowledge. The rest, now, I understand.