Silt

Silt drifts steadily downward over the course of time

Layer, by imperceptible layer

Covering those relics of sunken hopes and dreams

Covering over hurts and wounds

Some days, my mind drifts back in time, for one reason or another

Peering down from high up amid the surface waves of the now present future’s bliss

I see some kind or other of a curiosity sticking up through the new, soft, ocean floor

A deep breath, and quick dive down to get a better look, & the silt unsettles; the water all around turns cloudy, and my eyes go blurry, I get all bleary eyed

I no longer know which way is up!

Thank God bubbles always go upward, I just followed the bubbles

Reaching the surface, I jump free, and gulp the air greedily, my head hits the pillow, and I eagerly drift back into my dream