November 26, 2021 Dolphin in the Tiles From the fever of the bathI see a dolphin in the tiles.For sure, a shadow.Was it there when I stabbed the surface?Has it come to attend?With what intent?Is it a friend?Chummy creature.Not a hippo, nor a poodle.My puddle shifts into a pond.I squash a bomb.My thalassic tub features forget-me-nots.I dunk my head into the current;switching gears.I’m drinking from the inlet.Forty seconds, then I leap.I lean back,enjoy the drought.No more dolphin in the tiles.