Drifting.

Homer, Boys in a Dory, 1873

Like a boat drifting,


sleep flows forward
    

on the deep water of dreams.


Drifts and drifts...


until, finally


the bottom falls out of knowledge.



In the fragrant mist of dawn


the rower wakes,
    

picks up the oars, sets them,
    

and begins to row.


All night


he labored in his dream
    

to be born


like a song in the mouth of God.



- Robert Sund