I awoke, startled but not afraid. It was only a dream, not a nightmare. I had climbed, reluctantly, curious and confident. It was only a dream, not a nightmare. At the high board, I hesitated; and looked down slowly. It was only a dream, not a nightmare. I threw down my slippers and glasses, now unnecessary. It was only a dream, not a nightmare. And they clattered on concrete well-aimed, missing the crowds. It was only a dream, not a nightmare. Then I jumped far amazingly beyond the pool. It was only a dream, not a nightmare. An unknown surface flew towards me and I woke up. It was only a dream, not a nightmare. What did it mean? My sly, secret unconscious? It was only a dream, not a nightmare. I was a child fearful on the high board. It was only my past exposing a hidden jewel. I did not jump that time instead going backwards. It was only my past exposing a hidden jewel. I had my new goggles they might peel off my face, lost. It was only my past exposing a hidden jewel. I was worried for others hidden in the pool below. It was only my past exposing a hidden jewel. My belly was bruised before when I dived ungracefully. It was only my past exposing a hidden jewel. I awoke, startled. Next time I will jump. It was a dream exposing a hidden jewel.
