Last night I dreamed I was in the bathtub and you were lifeguarding. I was a six year old child splashing and blowing soap bubbles. Periscoping up and submarine diving down, like a pencil dive down a waterslide, feet first. The water sloshing up and down, threatening to overflow sides. In an antique freestanding tub complete with griffin feet. 80 “C” Street. Not a worry…In no hurry. All the better. Laughing, and reeling in the threat and thrill of capsizing. Splashing in a frenzy of water, washing waves over me top to bottom again and again. You bathing my back. Playing hide and seek with wash clothes. Performing. Spelling out magnetic words and “boobies” on the wall. Then I was grown up. No longer an innocent mermaid. I have always loved and felt at home in water. Sometimes I still imagine someone watching me swim. Some transcendental her or him like Emerson.