47° Latitude, a Dream, a Kiss, a Totem
Panic shot high, OUT NOW!
scores of swimmers flailing for their lives
crawl back, scramble as feet touch ground.
Sunbathers grab children by hand and leg.
I watch paralyzed
I wait for the water to swallow
itself and all of us, the final gulp.
This is primal terror of being eaten
low on the food chain, I expect
the zig zag of a dorsal fin.
Filling the length of the beach
fast approaching, looms a mammoth whale-
of-a-white-bear heading my direction.
From its snorting nose to its massive
kicking back legs, too far to focus
a ravenous carnivorous creature, eager
for our luscious sacrifice.
The beach empties, I stay frozen
terrified, unable to keep from watching
its face dominates my entire being.
As suddenly, a familiar ease of
an eternal sacred bond, she becomes
a normal sized arctic bear, my beloved.
We join with loving mouths
our tongues swim in passion divine
forever open and longing.
The canal of her inviting mouth
down an endless throat is darker
more mysterious and thrilling than
the deep of night.
January 2021, dreamt years ago