Trish Saunders

Dreaming in Cerulean Blue Like Crayola 29172

 

To fall asleep under this quilt and wake up somewhere,

oh anywhere, like the shores of Blue Lake 

in the earliest days of the lake’s

existence, mingle on the shore 

with whales and prehistoric

fishes, talking story 

then dive back into 

Cerulean blue,

waken with feet 

miraculously

encased in skates 

lost decades ago, 

with my locker 

room key safely

in hand, go and

retrieve those skates,

button my good plaid coat.  

Anything is possible.

Whales find their 

way home by singing,

fish fly out of the waves to escape.

Shall I tell you how I flew…