theryk posted this:
Let this afternoon stand outside of time...
Summer Slumber
It's somewhere after three
And before six
We're on the dock
A well loved and damp towel
Protecting our stomachs
From splinters
And over-acheiving water spiders
Our hands trail in the glassy water
Curious catfish swim out of the old jette
But don't come to nibble on them
Not just yet
If we care to look up
There are mountains to stare at
Clouds to count and shape
Trees to dapple shade -
and the occasional acron -
upon us
But face down
With warm breezes on our backs
We are too full of a good swimming and sunshine
To bother with such exertion
Patience yeilds rewards
And whiskers tickle fingertips
We share only a silent smile
Afraid noise might remove the magic
Let this afternoon stand out of time
Let us remain here
Somewhere between three and six
After the day begins to cool
But before it begins to fill with shadows.