She stood <br />just outside <br />of view <br /> <br />like a memory <br /> <br />or a scent <br /> <br />a thin <br />wafting <br />presence <br /> <br />all of the <br />available <br />light <br />curled <br />up by <br />her <br />side <br /> <br />in the Dance, <br />it becomes <br />clear <br />that <br /> <br />love... <br /> <br />LOVE <br /> <br />isn't just <br />a game <br /> <br />it's a <br />circumstance <br /> <br />an atmosphere <br /> <br />and Greek Gods <br />and the fairest <br />of maidens got <br />it all <br />wrong <br /> <br />it's tangential <br /> <br />like an equation <br /> <br />an ocean one <br />must learn <br />to swim <br />in <br /> <br />great flocks <br />of children <br />kind of Love <br /> <br />cloud exploding <br />vibrant shafts <br />of light <br />kind of Love <br /> <br />no more of this <br />drowning business <br /> <br />there! <br /> <br />that island! <br /> <br />go! <br /> <br /> <br />She hovered, <br />just outside <br />of view <br /> <br />like a memory <br /> <br />or a scent <br /> <br />a sweet <br />uncut jewel <br /> <br />refracting <br />light <br /> <br />the way <br />stillness <br />holds the <br />sound <br /> <br />and I <br />went up <br /> <br />and took <br />her hand.<br /><br />Michael Joseph Ferguson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swimming-lesson/
