Gone Fishin'

Puffed-up mud scent 

Kicks up memories

Stirs them 'round 

And 'round like dragonflies in a dance.

Somewhere a cricket keeps a beat.

Raindrops pepper the ground,

But the water moves in ripples,

Left to right until we are mesmerized

And slowly shuffling in that direction.

The clouds above, and below 

In reflection, too;

We all shift and patter, swirl and dance

To the summertime song.