Nov 142010
Through a triangle of Yucca, a stream flows
down into a camper size pool. Along the banks,
yuccas bloom between mountain lilacs.
She sits on top of the bank, dipping her feet
into the pool. Slowly she slides into the water
as if slipping into a mystical garment.
How happy she seems as she smiles,
bouncing until the water line encompasses
her hips. She looks nowhere and everywhere.
Taking a deep breath, she dives, vanishing
into another world. As she reappears and
disappears, she becomes an apparition.
Deciding to return to upper world, she walks
onto the rocks, and water runs down her legs
into the pool like threads returning to the loom.