Blackberry Pond

I fell into the blackberry pond and forgot how to swim on my back The water was topped off with lilies and things that swam under me in the deep black The dragonfly queen requested a ride on the tippy top tip of my fingers She sparkled and danced with a buggle-eyed glance at the queen butterfly called her sister The ripples on pools of which shimmer of shadows from trees hanging branches to dip bring nector to otters and lighten the load of the dry-mouthed, delightful to sip A current of fishes and hobble scotch wishes and sweet memories from beyond The clouds full of sky light and holding on too tight disolve into blackberry pond.