Thursday, May 12, 2016

The Pond

Water Lily Pond at Giverny - Claude Monet

I dreamed last night that, you and I, we’re walking
   Through a green wood where wild amaranth grows.
We come upon a pond and you stop talking.
   You take it in and then take off your clothes.
Naked and unembarrassed, young and slim,
   You race into the water like a boy;
I sit and watch; and for an hour, we swim—
   You in that cool still pond, and I in joy.
There’s never been a happiness in me
   To equal what I feel when I see you
Happy. Such innocent intimacy
   Is like a bell that never rings untrue.
      It tolls as you come out, dry off, get dressed;
      And we continue walking, heading west.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells


1 comment:

Molly said...

A very pleasurable poem, thanks for the break in my day.