I Go With the Water

It is late.
The light is gone.
I snuff my candles and
Prepare to dream.

There are worlds and worlds of traveling
Between days.
But I have seen a blue
In the great day of my life
That out-blues the blues of
Dream.

The Island is a body,
And Its blue is the water of the world.
I have swimmed it; I have waded it;
Its density has held me up to air.
No bird speaks;
Only the liquid rush of tide,
Shuttling in and out like
All the worlds of form.

I go with the water.

The light is all there is.