We swim today in the autumn creek,
all the flood-dirt finally gone,
the water clear to the sandy bottom
stippled with light, golden,
the afternoon endlessly warm.
At length, after playing like dolphins,
we come to rest in the shallows
sitting side by side on a hillock of sand,
schools of small transparent fish
fluttering just out of range of our feet.
Otherwise, the stream is empty.
One or two cars pass on the distant bridge.
A stately pelican glides like a boat,
slowly, hugging the other bank.
The sky shines palely, free of cloud.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008
Submitted July 2013 for dVerse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)
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