The river at night is
a dream I once had.
“He’s made my life so big
Yet made it so small.”
I never ran over the ocean
the wind and the rain stopped me
I could never gain enough speed.
When I dream,
I also dream of the sea.
“Terrible case.”
When she dreams, she dreams
of earthquakes and waterfalls
but never shares at all.
I live on the blankets of
mica shores
and miss the dessert
like always,
yet dreams of thousand-year
saguaros over orange ocotillo flowers don’t reach
under the sheets for me.
Cats are present,
their strengths and weaknesses
make life so big and so small.
They exist over time and space
like the seasons
and will always dream
when we aren’t looking.

for Heidi