|Apr/May 2018 Poetry Special Feature|
Found: in ABQ – studio art jewelry by Jessica deGruyter
Moving Like Fish in Moonlight
Come night, the river's fragrant
with wet grass and pine, the current
higher pitched, harboring hidden
logjams and cutbanks.
We soft-step the dark, slide into
the water, elude whirlpool and inlet,
and slow-stroke the inky stream.
We relinquish direction and desire,
all but the dream of fluidity,
to become a transient silver flicker,
an illusion of light as the moon's lamp
crests the dark and silent trees.
The way I float the current
of your thoughts, take you swiftly
or by slow meander, the way
I can appear in any doorway
backlit by lamplight
the way I drop defenses as casually
as articles of clothing, my easy
mouth full of red wine
and white lies, my arms open,
my agenda hidden
the way I lead you from premise
to proposition, how easily I elude
the question, then the answer.
Imagine me one thing,