Thursday, July 29, 2010
I May Go Out Into the Water
I may go out into the water just a step,
just enough to leave the bank behind
to let the darkness close around my calves,
just enough to leave the sand and feel the mud
ooze and mush between my toes.
Will you come with me?
I may, if I decide to stay,
settle myself in that black green pool
and let the waters cool me for a while.
Fishes when they rest hardly move,
just a flutter of their water wings
and they stay suspended in their silty world.
They never seem to be alone,
always two or three, a happy fishy family
maybe just a few small fry
fanning themselves, standing still
expecting nothing from each other,
living happy fishy lives,
expecting nothing more
than time alone together in the mud.