rise to the surface – in process

I woke this morning
Filled with dreams,
With want

But the want frightens me
As I am unable to untangle it
From discontent
And heartache

But when I am quiet
And honest
My dreams rise to the surface
Like a sea turtle in mama ocean
Raising his head out ever so gently
Through the surface of the water
For a bit of air.

When I look them in the eye
I see they are not a thing
To be afraid of.

4th of July

Darkness is coming
so we gather wood
on the beach to
build our fire.
The flames are lovely and
though we are not alone here,
we might as well be.
The darkness protects us.
We light leftover fireworks
one by one throwing them
towards the water
in the dark
watching as they spin
and burn out.
Then our ordinary show
becomes remarkable
when a wave coming closer
with the incoming tide
takes one, still lit, and
carries it toward the sea.
It is still spinning as it floats away.
We watch the sparks become smaller
and it seems a long time
before she sinks.