Last night I dreamed of water.
I felt it rain down from an outdoor
shower in the woods. Chanting
rose up and soaked the forest.
I was wholly immersed in the all-knowing
kindness of this song. I remember
wondering in the dream, as I dove
from a sun-drenched pier
into a crystalline pool, if it’s faith
or surrender that flows through us
each time we hold our breath to go under,
each time we give up our air.