They say you dream of men. Perhaps you do. But, in my fondest dreams, I dream of you.
If only I could leave this awful place and find the tranquil waters of the sea to swim with your abandon and your grace and lead your life, so simple and so free. But I must travel through life as a man. As restless and as angry as a storm. I seek out and I find peace when I can but, to my human nature, must conform. What must you think of me out here afloat, just looking on, your captive as you play, upon this large and slow and clumsy boat? If you could speak my words, what would you say? They say you dream of men. Perhaps you do. But, in my fondest dreams, I dream of you.
I wrote this poem in 2000. I’d been out to see the dolphins off the Scottish town of Cromarty and, on hearing Enigma’s Song, The dream Of The Dolphins, figured we were more likely to dream of them than they of us.