I sit on a chair 
body limp and weak-kneed 
glad to be alive 

beached dolphins 
lavish praise on the life of waves 
before they die 

I have a small sense of how things will be 
I also have a few crazy ideas 
wheeling in clouds overhead 

the earth keeps its distance 
but is sat on by me 
the sea stays away 
but is carried in to shore by dolphins 

I allow myself in my imagination 
to imagine a little more reality 
but never, never a surreality