Romance
I swim my laps today, slowly, slowly,
reaching my arms out & over, my fleshly oars,
the water silken on my skin, my body still able
to be a body & resting at the pool’s lip,
I watch other bodies slip through the blue,
how fast the young are
& how old they become, floating, floating,
forgetting the weight of years
while palm trees sway above us,
a little wind in the fronds, children playing
in the fountains, one is crying, one is eating
a peanut butter & jelly sandwich, I’m hungry
& wonder, has everything important happened
& what is more important than this,
like a secret adventure, like an affair I’m having
with everyone I see, their soft or washboard bellies,
their flat or rounded butts, their rippling hair
or shiny domes, their fragile ankles,
their beautiful bones, all our atoms swimming, swimming
& making us visible & I shove off the wall,
reaching my arms out, embracing the whole
magic show, with ten more laps to go.
-Susan Brown
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Late summer among the trees,
ReplyDeletethe sun lights up heart-shaped foliage
of a grey birch. I touch their leaf tips,
weathered from the season, transformed
from rosy buds to delicate green newborns
to adolescents waving lusty flags in the heat of July.
Now, compromised by nibbling squirrels,
some hang like tattered curtains.
Even so, sturdy trunk and branches support
the whole congregation as they shimmer
and sing their hushed hymn,
and below, a genealogy of roots
spreads and wanders.
We stand side by side, two seasoned sojourners,
taking in sounds of children playing, of cars coming and going.
It's late, and the day will arrive when everything falls away,
but it's taken me this long to really see you,
to know my own depth and breadth,
to surrender to
being.
–Julie Cook
This is gorgeous, Julie. I love the way you and your fellow sojourner are part of the landscape you so tenderly describe. The language of the sanctuary intensifies the sacred moment of this poem.
DeleteBeyond the blindingly hot sand
ReplyDeleteBeyond the crush and curl of the wave
Beyond the foaming blend of air, water, earth
Beyond the pull of stones and shells and God knows what
Beyond the imbalancing tug of the current
Pelicans float on the water
That tugs gently
On every part of my body,
Accepts the strokes of my arms,
The thrust of my legs,
Holds me in place
Propels or holds me back as it pleases.
It is what it is.
I am what I am.
I think only of the water
When I am in the water,
And I move as I must.
Sandy,
DeleteI can feel/see the sand, water, air as you describe them and how the water affects you with its yielding and its power. The last lines are lovely and pack a lot of punch. Beautiful the way you set the line about the floating pelicans apart to float between stanzas.