"I've Got You Under MY Skin"*
The sea, the stones,the
shining bushes unsalted by a rain
propagate this spinelike land,
master of the ocean skies.
A deep, summer blue that lights,
warms, but doesn't bake rolling
in the fog which has the aspect of
a ghost then evaporates. The
sun bounces on the horizon until
it sinks leaving seashore colors:
Yellow, blue, crimson, red.
Night falls…overhead the stars
so near, so many, turn this magic
point into a shadow. Meeting
the stars with outstretched hand,
touching, who know, captured
by the native essence of a child.
It is neat and clear so small
in scope. The dream ends.
A child's transparency.
*From Cole Porter.
Victoria Parsons Pennoyer