Waiting for a phone call one afternoon
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