Eric Nyquist, The Abel Room, 2012 (Artist Website)
Digital illustration
Some say they dream
in color,
different languages.
I am myself in dreams
but water. I am
the curdled sea
spitting up
a muscular black leopard.
She paws down
a row boat
like breaking the throat
of a violin.
I am an icepick raised.
I am an expanse
of clear ocean ready
to embrace the plane.
I am the unexpected
height
of the wave,
the licking
current, cellophane
look in the eye
of someone sealed inside a lake.
I am
not color, do not speak
in dreams.
Water is not itself,
a color not known to me.
Water is,
I so dream.
I wake and am
the black cursive.