Clear Creek

I hang my clothes on a peg at night,
Put them on in the morning light,
Wash them in the creek when the sun gets hot,
So they can quickly dry.
I wash myself in the clear creek, too,
And sit on the rock like the crickets do,
Who've just bathed, or, as well, fallen in.

I'd like to bathe, or fall in to you,
And cover myself in your clear creek dew,
Be honeyed and gloried by your personality
And the blue of your sunlit sky.
And sit on your rock,
And dry as we talk
About when we can fall in again.

 

-jenn long