In the dream I was praying for a whale –
I have no idea why, but
in the dream I believed in a God that answers prayers.
‘Just give me a whale!’ I cried to the sky.
In the dream I was looking down upon water that was not whale-water,
not the wild wide ocean, but a narrow city river fringed with wrought-iron railings and
people walking by.
In the dream I was people walking by.
I was both the sky and the cry.
In the dream I was a narrow city river.
I was a God that answers prayers –
In the dream I was the whale, my whale, moving slow below my water’s skin.