No, It Is Not Too Soon
By Jennifer Barber
Sunlight scatters topaz on the lake
past the end of the dock,
tall splashes of light
that stretch their necks like swans.
A boulder lifts its shoulders
through oval gray shadows.
A hummingbird on the laundry line:
a clothespin come to life.
If only you’d emerge
naked from the little house,
abandoning your book,
we could wade into each other again.
Copyright © 2021 by Jennifer Barber.