We were standing and swallowing words
stomachs singing Don McLean and asking questions.
The water was talking and we were not listening.
Tomorrow was raining
and the river rocks joked about the fish
and from the window it was declared
“things far away get blue”
and it was brought into the present.
we are all standing on bare feet
and whispering to ourselves
practicing dances for each other
in temporary daydreams
naked and full of life,
we are wet and drying and clean