A Poem A Day, Poem #32

the day is lovely and the sun--
you are bright like silverfish, the water
dripping from your hand--cold--across my back
like shivering on the rocks, waiting,
listening for the birds--the sound of
some little singing, some little storm
dangling on the horizon of this heart
standing on the precipice of youth,
smelling that summer water flow by
me, reflecting that place you play when
i am resting and the quiet earth breathes
all around me
--the day is lovely and the sun