Wading


It is in

These wee cool

Hours before dawn

While I wade

In the shallows

Of my emotions

And feel the

Small fish and

Salamanders nip and

Brush against me

Tickling and dancing

Knowing they are

There simply by

Feeling them near

Isn’t that love

Curiosity and happenstance

And the chance

Of brief affection

Let those come

And touch you