David M. Schulz

To Be Near Her Like Water
 
We were in our kitchen,
By the stove,
When my wife kissed my nose.
 
Ripples spread across my face
Like a smile.
 
Oh, to be near her
Like water for awhile,
Like water in a clear
Quart jar. She is sand

drift..........ing
down,
glisten......ing
crystalline,
set..........tling
upon
spar.......kling
light
of.......memory

Until shaken by the whistling of
Tea-kettle steam.

David M. Schulz is a citizen scientist, artist, and writer working in the northeastern corner of California. He appreciates dark skies and lessons learned from the prevailing winds. He has a poem in Shooter Literary Magazine’s 15th issue and was a contributing author for an article in volume 2, number 5 of The Planetary Science Journal.