Sunday Things: Remembering

Sometimes the best thing to curl up with on a cold Sunday is a warm memory.


By Annette Marie Hyder

you take me to the deepest water that is still along the shore
where shadows from the trees touch the water
and their black fingers point to fish that hang suspended in the depths
while shafts of sunlight illuminate said fishes’ stance
they are stunned by pleasure found so close to hand
are lulled in sunbeam filled aquatic trance
i float above them in your boat
as languorous and still-surprised as they
at the unlooked for pleasure of your company this day