I don’t want to even dream I could swim across these thoughts. Or dive beneath the temperatures that separate my body’s science from my spirit’s faith. I want to drift. I want to happen to complete my life on a raft bobbing over yes to next yes and bigger yes. And when I get to the edge of affirmation cresting I want to look up and squint into the horizon. I want to trace the outline of the sky with my fingertips laid on my back unbothered by the shore.