Give her a Lake, some aching shade of blue. A place to glue her eyes to the horizon, and wait for the sun to meet her equilibrium gaze. Bare feet. A quiet sheet of white, waiting for song. A long long list of things to undo. A sun-freckled spot for two to recline, touching knees, lacing fingers, flirting feet.
Give her the tune of the waves, the breeze, the scratchtapscribble of her favorite colored pens. The wink of seaglass on sand. Hold the world’s breath for greater things: whir, whim, while. Let the slow sure pull of moon wash over her, a spilled out selah silence.
dappled aspen song
a sleepy July sky gives
one long slow sigh
It’s Haibun Monday over at dVerse. Come play.