You and Me
And the Lake
Of the Dancing Trees
Dark
under the quilted sky,
the lake lay,
resting peacefully,
when my dream exploded
right outside the tent!
You
went on sleeping.
Me
running fast
over cobblestones
through deserted streets
looking behind in fear.
while You
stood,
delighting in the busy hum,
admiring the shiny metal,
savoring
the dripping
honey.
Lighning struck.
I bound, surefooted,
up the mountain,
Fear,
caught in my throat,
fast
home
coughed it out
and sat in the rain,
sweating.
You,
drugged by sensations
and the sense of no shoulds,
Caught unaware
on the seesaw
between not enough
and too much,
Seared by the thirsty sun,
skin moisture sucked up like snow
and spit out
in ice balls.
Thunder
was not enough.
You danced for more.
Me,
searching for constellations
among my freckles,
Dot to dot,
rock to rock,
butterscotch pine puzzling,
“How do I fit into this,
So small here,
crouched by the water,
under the Milky Way.?”
Out of the corner of your eye
you swore
by moonlight, starlight,
(firelight, flashlight?),
you caught the trees
looking at you
from on stage…
and dancing.
You,
still ,
looking within.
Me,
moving, looking out,
intrigued by bird and bug,
and flower,
and
how things changed
since last year.
The lake -
a mirror,
holding us both.
Tomorrow,
may we walk in beauty
away from the lake
of the dancing trees,
Back to our poor
lives of luxury,
hot showers over burnt skin –
but under layers
of lotions, and pain,
Oceans
of beauty
within.
for Diane, with love –
nancy hover