Dream Fishing

I fold in upon myself
to dream and conjure
other places and
other faces
from past   present   future.
They arrive in
a rush of color
and texture...

Underwater, currents tease.
My hair rises like kelp
and wavers above
my  head.
Ideas swim by
flashing fins and
rising bubbles
guiding me to the surface.

The sun smiles
in my direction
shy in the early morning haze
and I wake for the day,
fishing back
through memory
for treasures from the deep.