Worm Dreams

I once had a dream
In which the world was flooded all over
And my second floor bedroom window
Lay just above the wet.
Everyone looked like me-
Gazing out in awe,
Blinking in the brilliant reflection of sun on waves.
Many were crowded on the rooftops-
Squinting, fanning, hiding from the blazing sun-
And I was suddenly reminded of the unlucky earthworms,
The ones I saw on my walks to school in the morning,
Just after a heavy spring rain,
Forced from their drowned homes,
Trapped, at the mercy of hungry, wheeling birds,
And baking in the sun.

I woke up to sound of lapping waves.