Falling
out of sleep into the
sea.
Flailing.
Dragged down by clothes and
current.
Choking.
Swimming.
Buffeted by waves and
logs.
Tumbling
Swept along by tide and
surf.
Scrambling
Across debris and
rocks.
Crawling
over sand.
Waking
on a vast beach.
Standing.
A procession approaches:
A stately woman
guarded by lions and
wolves.
Waiting.
“This is my island.”
Cats sniff me
Beasts lick my legs.
Bowing.
“Welcome to Aiaia.”
