Standing on the Skin of the Water

The strider skating
like the Apollo lunar lander
standing in the moon dust
leaving a mere impression

Standing on the skin of the water
moving with its motion
dancing a minuet, a waltz
gliding like a waiter in St. Moritz
free, and in its glory

Joy on a summer day
past black fly season
a damselfly in flight,
a strider going through its paces


July 9, 2010
written while waiting for haircut,
based on line in the prior poem below,
&
Eisenstaedt image,
http://www.gallerym.com/work.cfm?ID=68,
& image of moon lander,
http://www.hq.nasa.gov/office/pao/History/alsj/a14/AS14-66-9254HR.jpg
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Infused with Their Color

The yellow swallowtail
elegant butterfly moving
dancing on the humid air
flitting to the garden

Coming to alight, resting
perching on each flower
as if standing on the skin of water
the sun shining brightly
on every bloom, alive

Infused with their color
yellow of the zinnia,
pumpkin of the marigold,
the blaze of the lily

The color painted, saturated,
in shimmering reflection
living canvas of its wings
aglow, singing your praises,
the creator of all there is.

July 9, 2010
our backyard
Suncook, NH
Pembroke, NH
July 9, 2010


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