Keen Clear Spirit

“But there was a fragrant scent of herbs, the low humming of bees
And he fell asleep with his cheek on the sun-warmed earth.”   Czeslaw Milosz


Feeling the keen clear spirit of our goodness during
that wandering talk on Skype today is like you and
I stepping nakedly, slowly and with a quiet elation


into a cool lake at dusk in August’s swelter after
a meandering 8 hour car trip to Krakow, San Francisco,
or the Croatian Adriatic.  After a lazy swim, we’ll emerge


refreshed, rest side-by-side on the fragrant shore, welcomed
by redolent wild herbs you love to munch so much.  Your
hair shines, dries slowly in the warmth surrounding us.


Replenished in a sensuous fullness, our tanned bodies
gleam like polished amber underneath night’s
caressing silence.     


Can you hear the cicadas calling as I hold you close my dear?
Now, all is complete within summer’s vibrant air.