Moss
Stacy Link
Lying on the cool green
moist cushion of moss
by the stream, I am on my back
arms raised and bent at my ears
palms up to amplify her words
she speaks just for me lips parted
gazing deeply and widely
into the blue canopy
comforted by billowy
all colors white clouds
as they sail by
unguarded, helpless and in love
I am a newborn in her arms.