water drips

from my lips

to my breasts

in summer’s

heat

you have to kneel

at the shore

to hear the melody

of the water

lapping

no need for a fire

while the sun’s light

dances upon

the pond

the breeze

punctuates

the thanks we whisper

to the sun

Kelly Salasin

South Pond, Autumnal Equinox, 2009