Water Walking

Lush are the river banks, plush the mellow yellow reeds. Cattails prong the sky in stiff array. A day for leisurely walks by a rippling creek or boating in the broad stream of slow musing thoughts. My love is a mermaid I made from pink champagne and daydreams. She recalls these words, whispers to me of green wood’s long drowned, of snow white swans as large as manta rays. If she had a hand to hold it would be mine, I would take it and bless it just as a roaming river has blessed my winding path this way and that.