Daydreaming
Somewhere, the ocean is a myth I tell my children
as we hike across the desert.
I dream up a lake big as flood the same way
I dream up a future I do not pray at the sight
of an eclipse. I have never seen a bird before,
but I tell stories of creatures that walk the sky,
of an eclipse. I have never seen a bird before,
but I tell stories of creatures that walk the sky,
