With the Icelandic waves rolling in my chest
and the sound of your steps on the snowy beach
I lay down to sleep last night
on my creased bed.

I dreamt you and I were a kiss:
time, all time. Then you make a sandcastle of yourself.
Later I plunged the depths
and couldn't see what anything meant -
just food for fish and smaller fish and smaller fish.

All I know now is,
even if I have nothing else,
I have this -
all the nothing that this is.

-- Rebecca O'Connor