In my dreams
I stand upon the shore
Of an oil-spill ocean
And watch whales beach themselves endlessly
Upon the tar black sand,
The tide rolls in and drags their
Bloated carcasses back into the sea
Their graves no longer lingering
Between home and a foreign world.

In my dreams, I am singing
Like a siren queen I draw the world around me
Held in a suspended breath,
Even the waves slow to hear it,
And here, standing
With a darkening sky and the beach
Turning to quicksand beneath me
All of creation is throwing itself at my feet.
This is what God must feel like.