Fragment of a Dream

I let the salt air Just wash over me And as I breath it deep Into my lungs I am transported to far-away places By the rail I see a mother Occupy the centre of attention And tell a story To a captive audience With two clothes One around her chest, the other on her waist… On the boat I see traps and hooks Pellets cast aside By the wise fish In red and white and green These limousines cruise this green water Distinct yachts’ of the ghetto! I see the beautiful, the pretty The observer and the observed Little children in the sand And semi-adults eating with their digits. In the water I swish my head Back and forth Left to right, right to left And suddenly, A water snake pops out its head Smiling in delight At the prospect of competition On the fringes of my dream I see myself Drying out with a towel I see this hydrophobic Shaking her head like a wet dog In this fragment of my dream I am awake But lungfuls of salt air Still fill my airways I breathe a sigh of relief It was all a dream, I say But sand sticks behind my toes!