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