feet landing slowly after a 72 hour dream levitation into the underwhirlled. a feast. a fervor. a succession of heart murmurs. this morning- i recalled a part of my dream: my father and a few others i think, were preparing to explore a deep underwater system of submerged caves. i was to join them and i was a little nervous as i hadn't been scuba diving in a long time and was concerned about our safety. my father had a very calm and confident demeanor about the matter. suddenly, i was deep underwater. it was dark and i could see light pooled at the surface above me. my father was there and i was flailing my limbs, trying to call out. i was worried i wouldn't be able to make it to the surface before i drowned. it seemed so far away, but then, determined, i began the ascent, shooting upwards like a bird and waking just as it seemed i was about to breach the surface...
this evening i was thumbing through dog-eared poems by W. S. Merwin and found this passage from a poem of his called "The Dreamers" :
a man with his eyes shut swam upward
through dark water and came to air
it was the horizon
he felt his way along it and it opened
and let the sun out so much for the sun
and in the morning he began groping for the horizon
like the hands of a clock
day and night.
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