Naked, I exposed my face to the sun, steering with hardly a dip of the
Oak woods, pastures, a pine forest skimming by,
Around every bend the promise of the earth,
Village smoke, sleepy herds, flights of martins over sandy bluffs.
I entered your waters slowly, step by step,
And the current in that silence took me by the knees
Until I surrendered and it carried me and I swam
Through the huge reflected sky of a triumphant noon.
I was on your banks at the onset of midsummer night
When the full moon rolls out and lips touch in the rituals of kissing
I hear in myself, now as then, the lapping of water by the boathouse
And the whisper that calls me in for an embrace and for consolation.
We go down with the bells ringing in all the sunken cities.
Forgotten, we are greeted by the embassies of the dead,
While your endless flowing carries us on and on;
And neither is nor was. The moment only, eternal.”