I dreamed of a tortoise as big as a car swimming in turquoise waters and with great excitement I called, “Hurry come see!” I felt the anticipation of other’s joy at witnessing such splendor. The steady work of gracefully gliding through glass waters. I watched from a bank of windows on a boat that rocked and rolled, bowing in your greatness. And then, it seemed that I was disconnected from joy when you passed behind the only wall stationed between the windows. I felt lost and disoriented. Not making sense of where you’d gone. And like a child learning that a toy train rounding the tracks isn’t gone when it travels through the tunnel, but only out of site. Relieved and restored, I may have clapped my hands and stood reaching on tip toes when I saw you come from behind the blind. You are still here even when I can’t see you.