Usually I Forget These Dreams by Catherine Graham

I’m back at the quarry again.
It cliffs to a waterfall 
and you dive down to where the dark
angles in.  Now I can’t find you.

The soap opera woman rows towards me 
in her one-woman boat.
There, beneath the dock, 
your red swimsuit, floating.

But you’re safe.  You surface.
A fountain erupts from your mouth.
You gulp the quarrelling air, 
and your scales twitch back to skin.

~ from Winterkill (Insomniac Press, 2010)