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.