we are reflections rippling

darkness beyond sky

songs from my childhood

echo

.

sound of water

somewhere

scent of rain

coming

.

the whales came and went

we saw them on the horizon

born of ocean song

old woman dreams

.

little girl twirls

and twirls

in her mothers long skirts…

her legs are longer now

…she’s afraid that if she starts crying

she’ll never stop…

and who would want to dance through this precious life

with dry eyes?

.

I dragged my shadow across the burning desert and

plunged

into the blueness of sky and sea…

effortlessly she dances with me

sometimes in front

sometimes behind

or a little askew,

but her feet are mine

and I recognize the feelings that soar through her eyes

as we are reflections

rippling