34. WINTER WATERS

I asked her

One January morning

If she could wade in the shallows

Of a flooded pond

She answered

"I'll try, RomTom"...

She stood there freezing

Teeth chattering so terribly that

She couldn't even speak clearly.

When she returned to shore

She was numb

And passion pink

And frosty red and blue

But happy too.

There is a tree with roots

To withstand the winter waters.

And in human roots

Stronghearted sisters, daughters

Blue angels resolutely standing,

Waiting

On the heart of God

And I will remember long

She who removed

The black clothes

To wear wine-red and blue

And shared a salad

In a graveyard by a pond

Young goddess

Of the dew.