
It’s Pleasant Enough
You and I fell
into this notion of newness,
me tucked into your fluid
surface of thought,
floating away easy as
water-logged idleness,
and you’re a reflection
in the eyes of stars, I say,
and I’m a silhouette,
or a ripple in the bathtub.
It’s all very new,
new as your touch;
it’s a picnic
or a storm,
or a swell,
and I hang my arm
over the side of the boat,
swirling circles of air
and treading gravity.
We know that nowhere
is perfect, but this
newness is pleasant enough.
written for dVerse: New Beginnings
. Artwork by Jim & Lynn Lemyre
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