Bull Shoals Baptism

August 22, 2017

Boats rock in their stalls

on the tepid lake.  Frogs

and cicadas lead the nighttime

orchestra under the half-orb moon.


Tossing discarded clothing in

small heaps, we wade through

the sharp rocks and algae before

swimming to deeper, cooler water.


Nervous giggles fade to hushed,

reverent whispers. The dark-hued sky

around the brilliant stars blends

the line between the water and the night.


We wade back to land, we put

the cloth uniforms of our lives back

on our dripping forms, fresh from a

baptism.  Born anew together.


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