Summer Sapphics, by Marilyn L. Taylor

Summer Sapphics

Maybe things are better than we imagine
if a rubber inner-tube still can send us
drifting down a sinuous, tree-draped river
                  like the Wisconsin   far removed from spores of touristococcus.
As we bob half-in and half-out of water
with our legs like tentacles, dangling limply
                  under the surface   we are like invertebrate creatures, floating
on a cosmic dropleta caravan of
giant-sized amoebas, without a clear-cut
                  sense of direction   It's as if we've started evolving backwards:
mammal, reptile, polliwog, protozoon
toward that dark primordial soup we seem so
                  eager to get to.   Funny, how warm water will whisper secrets
in its native language to every cellyet
we, the aggregation, have just begun to
                  fathom the gestures. - Marilyn L. Taylor

Marilyn L. Taylor