I dreamed the ocean froze solid: Five Poems
Louie Land
Journey
I dreamed the ocean froze solid
The waves smoothed into glass
We leaked pocketfuls of sand from our fingers
so not to slip on the slick
When we lost the beach to the horizon
and the curve of the Earth
we broke the ice and slipped into blue
Rolling waves and undertows
suspended in motion
tunnels to crawl through
I wanted to paint a picture of frozen flounder
but you said
it seems cruel
to keep them this way
Descent
I dreamed the ocean froze solid
We lifted a hatch in the ice
dropped a flare flaming red
down the long chute to the bottom
painting the walls scarlet
We slipped down a brass firemans pole
I thought we were descending
into the heart of the sun
As we walked the bottom
you carried the flare over your head
and warmed my bones
We baked bread in the thermal vents
and the ocean was cinnamon and flour and yeast
With sea shells we scooped ice cream from the walls
carved free chunks from the ceiling
boiled them into saltwater taffy
The flare burned in the center of your eyes
as we ghosted through
the ice
Rain
I dreamed the ocean froze
But only at the top
crystals crisscrossed into a crust
We guessed the water
seeped through the sea floor
and boiled away in the core
The sunlight sang through
the sky in spotlight shards
We slipped sawdust down the chutes
chimneys of the thermal vents
and blew thunderclouds into being from the smoke
They clung to the underside of the ice
like swarms of black spiders
You said you were afraid
of the storm wed brewed of ourselves
I tossed the flare
to scatter the spider nest
but couldnt burn smoke with flame
The flare grazed the ice
and rain fell from the thunderclouds
oily on our skin
greasy on our tongues
Sky
I dreamed the ocean froze
Above the crystal crust
clouds shifted and sunlight beat the frosted skin
The ceiling thawed retracted refroze
Rain dripped into icicles from the edges
We caught the drops on our foreheads
and watched the sky breathe
I sat on the sandy floor
and carved a circle round myself
with the arm of a starfish
to protect myself in case the icicles fell
With your back to me
you ate the bread wed baked
and painted the sky
with crushed coral mixed with spit
and the blade of your finger
on a rock smoothed by the current
Breadcrumbs lost themselves amidst the sand grains
While we were still young
I asked
Do you believe
where we are?
You turned and said
Here?
Or together?
Dream
I dream the ocean freezes solid
I can see to the bottom
through silver tuna schools
to coral mountains
I wonder
if the suspended sea turtles
are hibernating
or dead
and below I see you and me
baking bread
and I see the hearth
wed made
of thermal vents
and I see the red flare
but so very far away
My hands are claws
and I dig at the ice
and tear free chunks
and my white t-shirt
sticks to the small
of my back
and I am still miles
from baking bread
though I taste
the salt
of phantom butter
I stop to breathe
The sweat on my skin
freezes
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