Fountain of youth, crystalline belly of movement.
The luminescent sunshine of night.
I am a woman aging at the edge of your pond,
not a stone’s throw this close to home.
Can we remember together, the oasis of day?
The cattails erect in celebration.
The summer lush branches,
waving along the border of the wind.
All is dark now, minus your light.
Charcoal lines sponged across the infinite canvas of leaves.
And the mind is left to anything
that can exist at night.
Mermaids mouths wide,
tongues split from the drink of Adam’s ale.
The lovers of Bimini revitalized on the rocks.
At the base of my feet are wide from the water’s glide.
I know that all we see is a gentle reminder of ourselves.
My tongue stands erect next to the sleeping cattails.
I must drink the mermaid’s tears
and walk home.