Venus

I felt you, Venus,
shining upon us,
reigning over swallows swooping
in the gorge of nighttime feeding.

We watched from the bridge below,
walking home over the slate gray river,
skipping from stone to stone in the day's last light.

The next day we lay like sea lions on rocks.
Strangers ran by,
the woman riding piggyback on the man.

Beside us the river gushes.
We jump in.
Do you know? I don't want to impress you.
I want to be a channel,
and when I'm not a channel,
I just want to share about this human dream.