Watching the spread
of the lake
I let the air pull
at my folded hands
And push through the
spaces in my hair
While the shadows
hid the trees that
Hid small steps
creeping
Beside me laughing
Their voices were
leaping
Some to plateau, or
tumble
Off in haphazard
dance
To kiss the lake or
Stretch for the sky
How does the night
beg
Every thought to
ride anew
Stripped of
daylights
Honeyed annotations?
The sky too becomes
exposed
Bruised, but
brighter
Away from the sun
It seems happy this
way
In the mass of stars
above
The soul will behold
Just one at a time
My eye fell from one
stiff star
Only to see the
watery light
Of its reflection
bobbing
Nodding, yes, yes
***
Julia Araoz has a lot of feelings, so she harnesses them
into poetry. She writes in Northern Virginia and enjoys
long talks, quiet nights, and occasional eavesdropping.
