Drops of Color/ The Scenery
Drops of Color
The Scenery
You held the ‘oar’—
all I had to do
was ‘be’ in the moment.
Whatever way the gondola
sailed,
it was in your hands.
I paused…
First, I reached—
then, I pulled my arms
back in.
Second, I heard
a gurgling in
my throat, words rising,
then ‘something’ within stirred—shhhhh!
Finally, I closed my eyes.
I’m uncertain for how long,
but when I opened them
THE SCENERY.
I was held in beauty
and asked to
BEHOLD.
Together, we sailed on.
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