cattails

there are cattails by the water. 
she is watching, and she closes her eyes. 
the wind caresses her hair, picks it up and lays it back down. 
she lies down, and she opens her eyes. 

above her, blocking out the sun, blocking 
out everything but the scent of sunshine, 
the caress of the wind, 
and then the gentlest kiss of hesitation.

Author's Note

january 19, 2010.