One Single Impression: Fancy

You know those got-nothing moments when that is the absolute truth and you step straight into it without question and you realize there is nothing to want even in the cold because

Things are so uncertain:
Seventy degrees and sunny today
Fifty-five and pelting rain tomorrow
And you're not ready for it
We know this by your thin jacket
And the summer shoes
You just won't put away

But you know if you forget about it
And stand there in the puddle and think

"I am barefoot,"

It all

Becomes

So very good

Because you're up to your knees in water
In fact you have become the tall grass
That takes what little the sun has to offer
Through that grey mess of autumn sky
And you make of it a song and dance
You are lithe, beautiful

Drinking light
Dancing

Never moving,
Either

And shocking the neighbors
By the indecent honesty and openness
(My God, we can all see you there)
With which you live in your body
With which you dance in the light
With which you turn the swamp

Into a song.

My God, you make it look easy

As easy as you are yourself
(We have been watching for some time now).

Is this a dance?
A seduction?

I'd run if I weren't standing beside you
Up to my knees in the tall drink

We call life.

One Single Impression