In the talking pool rich water sings noisily
away from us, tumbling from our collective soaking
to join the creek below
Wind calls and calls through the A-frame, oaks,
a steep hillside rising behind the creek to watch over us
Venus dances from nimbus to nimbostratus
as our whole collection of pools and vaporous bodies, soggy towels and deep sighs
sails beneath them
we steam onward in space
while the watercolor clouds
and ceramic sky
stand still
