Life on the water

It has been a full week.  Lots of people, lots on new encounters, lots of energy required.  This morning we all slept in.  I am the first one awake.  I sit here with my coffee, warm in my hands.  I am thinking about water and porches, listening to the birds, considering life on the water.

Last night there was water

In all my dreams.

Last night I flew

To Peru.

We lived on a cruise ship,

My family and I,

In the harbor.

Last night we toured a house

In the Midwest.

It overlooked Main Street

On one side,

A river

On the other,

A contemporary house.

The doors off the hall on the second floor

Matched.

Each had a door knob

In the middle of the door.

All the rooms on the river

Had tall wide windows.

There were porches outside,

Porches that would hold

The porch furniture of my dreams.

I knew there

We would sit and drink iced tea with lemon,

Watch the river flow.

Perhaps a bird.

I woke up

Calmer than I have been

In weeks.

Last night I dreamed

Life on the water.

I can still see it.