Anita Mechler: The Devil’s Watering Hole [Repost]

Nostalgia

Hits me again

Like a thirst

in the back of my throat

that I cannot whet.

Soothed only by

Clear, crisp water

Over round river rocks

And minnows gasping

For air on the hot

white

Limestone.

The clearest lake

I have ever seen

All the way to the bottom

In pure unfiltered moonlight.

All the times I have swam

Naked

Lovely and delightful

Among the fibrous fingers

of the Cyprus trees.

The Devil’s Watering Hole

Deep

dark

blue

Pulling leeches

From the dam wall.

I

Really

really

really

want

to do that again.