The sun is brilliant early afternoon,
(an unbelievable mid fifties for late November)
The water, ruffled, talks to me of breeze
I glide like I belong.
Perhaps after coming faithful for a season, she feels I do.
She has been waiting for me to roll gentle whispers over her
Something is pulling me
I am swimming into her furtherest bowl, her deepest secret whispers
I feel my belly, her belly, the umbilical cord
That speaks without words
Saying silent goodbye
Moving silky smooth
Telling her now, how I am rising
I glide in creamy syrup smooth
I say thank you
She rolls up and over and all around and
I am slippery satin in her.
She answers, holding me
Taking me sailing
Skimming through her waters
The power of her waters
Letting go to let me pass
My body riding her side to side
My feet flowing like feathers
in my watery wake.
And she like a mother
Sending a child into the winter
With the promise of spring.
And While All This
The sun lies behind the trees
winking shining eyes