The Prize of Sunlight

You open your arms and embrace
My children
And me
On dapper wings
On white whispers
You caress my arms and neck and hands
You produce sweat
You make me linger
I touch the soft hairs up and down my limbs
I touch my head; feel the heat; slow down
I raise my hands to feel You
I drop to my knees
I feel the cold, clear water trickle down my back and I am free
I am washing
I am washing in Freedom
And I am squeezing with toes the blades of grass
And mud cascades in the foot's webbing
And I fondle the garden hose
Deliberate on the drinking glass
I eat a ripe, red, orange
And swell up
Large
And beautiful
At the first stirrings of Summer.