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