I want to thank you for the ten seconds
When the seasons passed.
The photograph you took became a token
Of this wonderfully sad woman
You watched stare at the falls
As if she knew of the bodies it relished.
Like sun on the mist.
Rapture rolling smooth winds
Along its back, like a creature.
When she held out her arms, you imagined
Her embracing the blues and greens
Of friends and lovers who watched her as she jumped -
Afloat in fog everytime -
You thought of her skin
And how her shoulders must feel
With the spray of the river upon her.
Source: The author, July 2001.