Post by Honeylioness on Oct 13, 2015 20:35:36 GMT -5
WITH INTEREST
Bright sunlight dapples rippling water.
Children dangle makeshift hooks and lines
Into promising shadows beneath the pier,
As intent as Pasteur peering into his microscope
They dream-talk about tomorrow and yesterday
Darting from fact to fantasy like water-bugs
Skimming the surface of the lake.
Water-lillies, baby powder sweet in their yellow hearts,
Challenge the squishy clam-smell of the bait.
Bone-deep warmth turns backs and legs
From ash to oak to mahogany.
Secret deposits made in the banks of memory ….
Great riches of transparent joy,
To be withdrawn at a future time,
When the heart resembles
Nothing more
Than a turned-out pocket.
~ Rebecca Dawson
May 1988