You and Me
You and MeAnd the Lake Of the Dancing TreesDark under the quilted sky, the lake lay, resting peacefully,when my dream exploded right outside the tent!You went on sleeping.Me running fast over cobblestones through deserted streets looking behind in fear.while You stood, delighting in the busy hum, admiring the shiny metal, savoring the dripping honey. Lighning struck. I bound, surefooted, up the mountain,Fear, caught in my throat, fast home coughed it out and sat in the rain, sweating.You, drugged by sensations and the sense of no shoulds,Caught unaware on the seesaw between not enough and too much,Seared by the thirsty sun, skin moisture sucked up like snow and spit out in ice balls.Thunder was not enough. You danced for more.Me, searching for constellations among my freckles,Dot to dot, rock to rock, butterscotch pine puzzling, “How do I fit into this,So small here, crouched by the water, under the Milky Way.?”Out of the corner of your eye you swore by moonlight, starlight, (firelight, flashlight?), you caught the trees looking at you from on stage… and dancing.You, still , looking within.Me, moving, looking out, intrigued by bird and bug, and flower, and how things changed since last year.The lake - a mirror, holding us both.Tomorrow, may we walk in beauty away from the lake of the dancing trees,Back to our poor lives of luxury, hot showers over burnt skin – but under layers of lotions, and pain,Oceans of beauty within. for Diane, with love – nancy hover