Gypsyfiddler Ink: music & musings from my corner of the sky...

an afternoon on the lake

The sun hangs boastfully above my left ear
and laughs as sister wind coddles
the watercolor surface into warm, wet moguls.

This boat like a horse--three legged perhaps,
with an uneven gait--and with it my hips bob
in scallops as the boat's broad chest
slaps the water in a chauvinistic counterpoint.
My fingers tickle the choppy mirror's face,
which, as we slow, begins to lick my palm
in a series of gentle kisses,
and white foam splatter-paints my arm.

(I wonder if it is possible to grow freckles and goosebumps all at once.)

And now, just over my right shoulder:
a rainbow in the spray,
chasing us doggedly, but gracefully
across the lake
in our wake like a guardian angel
playing with light.
And I somehow remember that once
they told me the rainbow is code
for some cosmic promise sealed in the wax
of the sun and the sea,

but for the life of me, here in the sun
while the wind in my hair blows me beautiful,
all I know is that whatever the promise was made,
for me it is only just now

being kept.

posted by amanda @ 6:09 PM