Trenz Pruca

Three AM.

                    I live at the next level of generalization.
            My thoughts are as broad as the ocean 
            And as deep as the early morning dew 
            Upon a leaf.
            I walk through the damp dawn forests of my mind.
            See deep Atlantis
            Within a drop of moisture
            Shimmering on the edge
            Of a flower.
            I wrestle sharks and whales 
            And the terrors of the deep 
            In the moist earth beneath my feet.
            My clothing as wet as I walk
            Through the morning damp
            As if I have plunged to the bottom
            Of the sea.
            I revel in all that I know and see
            And think and feel.
            I am alive.
            I am me.