Cool Pool

I lay in a pool off a path

Three days up and up and down and up again

Three days of twenty on the way to Jomoson

I'd gone from rice to corn to wheat

From valley to ridge

Collecting sweat turned dry and salty

Clothes unchanged except for socks

But today this day I lay

In a pool so cool to the hot sun.

So cool she dulls its burning advances

And waits for the dark of night

And for the air she knows as her cool lover

To move over her

And make her shiver

And become alive in the dark

Yet here I was

Mid day on the mountain

In the land of mountains

And I was hot

And hot for the sun

And hot for the cool pool

And with her lover absent

She took me.

© Armell