c. Heidi Zednik
walking
down the river
I saw you
opening
in all the
blossoms
I passed
I touched you
touching petals
damp with rain
my body
remembers you
you ‘ve f illed me
hum deep
and wide
could I sing
the sound
it would be
a slow river
moving
kissing rocks
dancing grass
without you here
I am standing
in the river
feeling for rocks
that are the curve
of your back
when it arches
and you sweat
how,
by saying
yes to the
astonishments
of love,
have we
become
the mirror
for change?