Feeling the Keen Clear

 

Feeling the keen clear spirit of our shared goodness

during that long wandering talk today on skype,

 

is like you and i stepping forth slowly, nakedly, and

with quiet elation, into a cool blue lake at dusk

in late August after a meandering eight hour car trip

 

to Krakow, (or perhaps, with luck,

San Francisco, or ample pluck,

the Croatian Adriatic).

 

Later, we’ll emerge from this refreshing

water, rest side-by- side on a welcoming

fragrant shore,

 

redolent with herbs and rose hips, these wild greens and berries you love so much,

 

where our hair, shining so fresh and clean,

dries quite nicely, slowly in the warmth around us.

 

Then with love replenished in such ease and fullness,

 our bodies gleam like polished amber

in nightime’s long sweet quiet,

 

(can you hear the cicadas calling

as I hold you close my dear?)

 

as all’s well and right within

summer’s vibrant air.

 

 

Peter J Lautz

December 29, 2014/March 9, 2015