Dream of Finishing Something

For the first time you see the rough draft of your life
complete. You now know—it’s a whale; it’s a shark;

It’s a school of fish. Silt in a tidal pool.

It’s a shadow of the plane passing overhead,
of the cloud into which the plane disappears.

For a moment there is no telling which direction
it is going, but it is all there; or whether its depth

Is imagined but it is all there is. Imagined or not.