Some people eat dreams

for
breakfast

and
lunch

and
dinner

and it's not even because
they can't afford food

the screen
the keyboard
the small room
the closed door
locked door
closed window
blinders keeping
the sun away
a chair
an empty stomach
protesting against
tequila
more tequila

ready

you can write now

Ocean expanse
Deep murky blue
Never ending
Nothing is bigger

Sweet little one
First sandy steps
Joyous eruption
Small, microcosm

God, You are there
Endless as the waves
Caring as a mom
Always, always here

Six souls, a shared experience
conversations, closeness.
Friends feeding on
laughter at lunch
with one another all together.