I dream of a little cage,
on the edge of a cliff,
where I pretend
to live contentedly,
rather than learn to swim across
the turbulent waters below.
Lulled by the illusion of safety,
I hang there trapped–
above murky waters,
as if sitting alone in a cage,
is preferable to the risk of learning to swim.
In the dream I’m watching a swimmer below
She seems to calm the water
with her powerful strokes.
I have dreamed this flooded landscape.
I have dreamed this turbulent water.
I have dreamed the murky depths.
And I have dreamed this cage.
Now wide awake–
I am dreaming of a little red boat.