On my back in the grass,
I look up and watch you sway.
There is a song in your head,
and you let a lyric or two
bubble from your lips
between smiles.
The blue/white white/blue backdrop
beyond your face
gives the impression
I am looking at a sky aquarium.
I want to tap on the glass,
but then you might swim to hide
beneath a ceramic bridge
set in gravel
by somebody else.