I Want to Dream of Mermaids

I want to dream
of being afraid of the deep end
of the ocean,
right off the cliff
of the land I know.

I want to dream
of moving through waters
with each move of my brow and neck,
rather than by pecarious balance
of feet.

I want to dream
of gasping for thin human air,
because I had gotten
too use to the cool silk
of wet breathing.

I want to dream
of being more than two legs,
and locked by gravity.
Rather I’ll dance
to my own bubbles.

I want to dream
of all the rippled, glassy wonders
far beneath the waves.
Because I had never cared
for mermaids.

But I want to.

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