Welcome to the Machine (MRI dreams)

I’m in the feeding tube
frantically opening files
trying to escape the host.
The steel door slams shut,

I have sand between my toes

Dizzy from dinghy inflation,
burnt from bare excavation,
already raced from rock to pool,
the daylight’s pink begins to cool

Our sunset supported by fish and chips,
greasy fingers and salty lips.
Empty beach with a curled up fleece,
children yawn, storied to sleep.
We hold each other take some time,
watch the waves with a bottle of wine.
Cooling sand shows remnants of fun,
windbreak flaps at the last of the sun.

The ocean boils as surf turns black
sand splits open with deafening cracks.
Long metal arms pull me into the chamber
the machines in my head,
as I commune with this stranger.