Dolphins (Or A longing that surfaces)

And then 
all of a sudden 

the silver skin of water 

breaks, A small swell gathers

Takes form and leaps out  

An ash-blue rainbow 

unfastened from the sky. Wet, brilliant, 

prism-touched, lifting crashing 

and lifting again

Dolphins, I am told,

are guardians of the sea

Protectors of travellers, Keepers 

of safe crossings

If this be a sign

I accept it, The sign of safe passage,

of finding shore: my heart/the world 

to life restored.