Jumping In by Brooke Shaden
Dans la forêt
By Annette Marie Hyder
by the stream I hung laundry,
that didn’t need to dry, on the trees
in the woods with the pool at the foot of the small waterfall
with the water as cold as a deep wishing well
and mossy green boulders disturbing the stream
the flow and the rhythm of which I still feel in dreams.
We threw ourselves like coins into the depths of that well
its waters lapped the dark shore as they swelled
with enough force to sweep us right down to the sea
if I hadn’t held onto you and you onto me
in les eaux tumultueuses
in la forêt enchantée.
Nous avons payé avec nous pour le désir du cœur.