In the dream
I’m standing in a small hut
On a small rock of an island
Looking out the doorway
Water is rising up
Blocking my view
Of the breath stealing mountains
That I have to climb
Did I mention
The people in the boats
With weapons
Ready to attack if I leave?
“This is my worst nightmare.”
I say to my companion
Factual.
Acknowledging the reality.
Like pointing out a rock in the road.
I turn away from the view
That should terrify me
And start planning.