Sunday Thoughts

Listen
I have tried to make this easy
rolling your thoughts over my tongue.
There's just too much
in a day
to make it rise up
like a flame. I saw
when you walked over to the garden
and sat down in your skirts
thinking you were alone.
Your toes dipped
into the pond and I
plunged in after you.
Now I swim all day
looking for little nibbles or
just the brush of your shoulder afterwards.