late july

late july- neither
here, nor there
she sprawls out
under a willow

with no thoughts,
other than getting

back to the garden
on time for the cool

wind- blowing from
the west; rain- no
where in sight
the earth remains

still, yet gravitates
to the western wind
feeling at the moment
like a rainbow fish

under water, skimming
the surface of a shallow
river- moving north and south
all thoughts as slippery

as trying to catch a rainbow
fish, festive--gets away
by just a hair
floating northwards

meeting with no formalities
at the mouth, spilling
saline secrets--deep
into the heavenly sea


words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15