I DREAM by Mary Ellen Krulick
I dream of things that may never be.
It’s not a smart thing, when you dream
You dive into the water
hope on your shoulders
You take a breath and jump!
straight down into the murky water
all belief inside of you proving that beauty is there
you have spent all the oxygen trapped in your system and the carbon monoxide is ready to burst
come up for a breath of air
only to imagine what might still be there.