Puffins

I dreamed of puffins
And I saw my fathers face, cresting in the island rock
strange how the coast turns into the sea.

There where puffins
those clown like birds
one wearing a small hat came and talked to me,
'we have been awaiting you, Welcome'
I smiled and nodded reassuringly.

I woke
the morning sun on my face, alone in my bed
and thought of puffins.