A Safe Harbor Poem by Lonnie Hicks

The rolling tan hills
slope away gently
tracing a certain soft patina
in the dusty night;
framed by
black, straight
long stemmed flowers
languid against
my back-dropp window;
they look like night time sun-risings,

against a curved topography
which seems to move up
and down slowly
in the invisible summer breeze;

framed
are two dark pools
which glitter in subdued light.

There are dimpled mounds too
rounded, curving away.

Further down
the whole view
indents, like a woman's body
and curves back out again
forming what I think of as
two safe harbors
on either side.

Peninsula structures
are next
framing
a mystery center
which is barely visible
but I can see heat eddies
make the air wavy
as they rise.

All of this forms
a wondrous curved archipelago.

All of this is your body,
the body I love,
and you,
who
when
our geography's meet,
make the world new
again
each night.

We each
are explorers
who
need a lifetime
to see
where Geography
and Sweet Love
meet.