This tarrying moment
before I wade into sleep
before the plunge into the unfathomable deep
with the memory of wings.
Flying, from here to there
over the island lagoon
glimmering so lovingly in the sun
so lovingly green and blue.
Swimming, from the equatorial glaze
to the northern slumber and pine haze
the black forest, the cliffs and shores I pass
the mountains turn sacred in the climbing
the faces and voices and songs, mingling
into a cherished, familiar map
I carry in my heart,
with constant use .
My flighty movement
from the immobility of day and reality.
In to the endless voyage
beyond sleep’s release
past the mermaid, waiting,
from here to there.