Poetry
Harmony in Tone & Colors
by John Gallaher
Perhaps that's all there is,
wings of desire: the girl
in the swing, and what the dead are up to
this year.
And you're out in the water
and we can't hear you.
I'm sorry we can't hear you.
Pretend, then, that you know how to swim,
and I'm driving the boat.
We don't have to help each other.
And welcome to the boat. Hello. Welcome.
It's a party boat, and everyone's here.
What is the right way in?
And why should the water make sense?
Pretend I'm the first girl
on the boat,
and this whole thing is a boat.
What kind of water then?
What kind of singing in the water?