"Dream Poem I" January 31, 2005 In the middle of a room With floor, ceiling and columns Blanketed in tile Of the deepest cerulean, There lies a pool of unknown depth, Steaming chlorine fumes. However, the thin blue gelatin Is cool to the touch, I find As I leap in and sink Deeper and deeper. I can clearly see others Sinking with me, Deeper and deeper, Bluer and bluer, Their sparkling bubbles floating to the top. I can feel the bottom nearing. As I fall to the floor I catch a glimpse of the ceiling, The floating gel through which I've just finished sinking. I can still see others leaping in the pool, Hoping to reach the bottom. On blue tile I stand looking up, The only one who made it.