Thursday, August 23, 2012
See the pond there?
It runs through me into a deep pool
and there within its reflection
I see many wild welcomings.
The sky and even singing birds
corner the curl of moss.
I am there see my hair?
A mermaid of fresh water,
she lifts her contemplation up
and knows each thread
in the fabric of art she watches
is turning with her toes
as slowly a dance she knows becomes
the quiet melt of songs already sung,
just beginning and will be begun.
Blow a kiss into this other place
then hold my wild in your embrace,
funnel the current between the rocks
a riffle is made from this love unlocked.
I’ll catch it in the ripple,
take it through the canyon
and across the city
to the sea with me.