Little Black Dot

dear margaret atwood,
last night, in a dream, you took me to the dallas road beach and showed me
icebergs. they were beautiful. all cerulean under the water, which had risen
to the top of the sea wall, which was frozen also. you sat on a bench with your feet
in a blue tide pool and patted the space beside you and i looked at my own feet
and they were already wet.
ready or not
spirit guide?
love,
chelsea