How many different dreams
I dream up each day
each one a river
I will follow down
until the ocean opens
wide to swallow any dream
I had before I saw
the hollow mouth
before me, open wide
ready to take me whole
my dream is small
a tiny river
satisfying not the ocean
who is hungry
crashing violently onto shore
again again repeating
in my small ear
I am not enough
I have not enough
to offer, except this
in which I am.
Swallow me whole
so I may become
as expansive and bold
as the ocean deep.
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