Dipping my toe
in the stream of consciousness
I find it oddly cooling–
soothing in a way
I didn't anticipate.

Next the foot..
and soon, stripping to nothing,
I take the plunge–
waters of cluttered, un-institutionalized freshness
wash over me,
tumble me in their turbulent current,
bracing,
bruising,
bathing,
revealing…

Is this dream or insight?
    illusion or revelation?
    fantasy or discovery?

From whence flow these strange waters?

Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.