Art by Claude Monet
And, now comes the river, rippling
like cobalt snakes across a
fresco of glistening hills!
Its fragrance parts the crystal breeze.
We lean our heads into its brazen reflection.
We press our fingers against its radiant blur.
now i see you, now i don’t
The birds fall silent—
only for now.
Summer leaps in, dappling
the air with chirp and blossom.
i close my eyes to see better
We walk to the edge of the water.
my senses grow sharper
We lay our bodies
upon the grass and drink
deeply from the river’s collarbones.
A cacophony of joy smudges
the air, stirring our lips and eyes.
laughter… oh, laughter!
Behind the river, the sun glows
bone-white and desert-dry.
we move towards living things.