I too dream, not like lovers, giddy, exhaustive daydreams, no
Not like an ambitious father, not like an alley cat dreaming of
Fried fish, not like highway truck drivers dreaming of beds, no
Not a eunuch’s desire for stardust, farmers desire for water
No, I dream like rivers do. I dream of things lost, irretrievable, I
Dream of the past, what was not done, a history of time incalculable, no
These days, I mostly dream of dead turtles and dead crocodiles.