This Fall

I am reaching the thick of summer, wading knee deep.  The waters will reach my ears soon and then plop!  I will plunge into the muffled darkness where you cannot speak but swim.

August I will swim away from here, swim in foreign waters, and come back a mythical creature with legs too rich for mere walking.  I will fly and sift, run and pour, hum and drift in gold.

Fall how will you greet me?  Will you embrace me and welcome me home?  I need you to hold me and rock me gently at night and let loose in the light.

I am waiting and watching, my toes are wet.  I am holding my breath.