Susan C. Waters


dip like buoys
in the lake of our dreams

Your steady breath
spirits the sail of fantasy’s ship
& your flesh
warms the insufferable
cold journey into the past

When we sleep
we must dream each other’s dreams.
Waking, I feel the sleep
drain from your body,
& upon hearing the clock on the mantel
I slip back, with you closely following.

Like divers
we descend
into the depths of the night.

Susan C. Waters is a professor of English at New Mexico Junior College and an alumna of George Mason University. Besides Phoebe, her work has appeared in Evening Street Review and Ibbetson Street.