A small quaint town along the eastern shores
of Mobile Bay in mid-April, flowering baskets
of yellow and blue 
				suspended 
from wrought-iron columns lining the cobbled streets. 
Oh, the joy!

A cozy bistro with French flair, fresh
ruby roses gracing white linen cloths,
young waiters, beauty accessorized 
in red bow ties, serving up crawfish beignets, 
quiche and crème brûlée. 
Oh, the joy!

And the two of us there in the corner,             
perhaps in this brief hour, subjects for art.
Paint us in detail, with strokes, delicate or harsh
or create us big and three-dimensional, in whole or in part,
but capture our bliss, frieze our delight,  
when time was
				suspended
like flowers in springtime.
Oh, the joy!
                        

With Line from Melville

The news would cut through eternity.
Two-year-old girl drowns in a pool
with people around. Doctor on site
tries to resuscitate. Mother 
says she had just removed life jacket.

A moment in time changes everything.
Meditation and water are wedded forever.