She stood
just outside
of view
like a memory
or a scent
a thin
wafting
presence
all of the
available
light
curled
up by
her
side
in the Dance,
it becomes
clear
that
love...
LOVE
isn't just
a game
it's a
circumstance
an atmosphere
and Greek Gods
and the fairest
of maidens got
it all
wrong
it's tangential
like an equation
an ocean one
must learn
to swim
in
great flocks
of children
kind of Love
cloud exploding
vibrant shafts
of light
kind of Love
no more of this
drowning business
there!
that island!
go!
She hovered,
just outside
of view
like a memory
or a scent
a sweet
uncut jewel
refracting
light
the way
stillness
holds the
sound
and I
went up
and took
her hand.
Michael Joseph Ferguson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swimming-lesson/
