Last week, the late COVID summer

A Wednesday when I had lost hope

A frog jumped into my outdoor shower.

And it is said in the Bible

There we dwelleth together. 

He sat near the drain

Deep in contemplation

The soapy water swirling about

I thought he might drown.

But he remained there

Sitting for a special bath.

I thought to bend over

To kiss him.

Maybe, he was that prince I’d waited for.

But then in half bow, 

I thought,

Do I need a prince?

If I do, is this the best meeting place?

For either of us?

Is this the enchanted place

I had imagined it to be?

It was.

The sun sparkled through the water

Bouncing with light

The warm water bringing me 

This treasure of a moment 

This summer. 

This frog. 

And yet we decided to go our own ways

Each refreshed and enlightened by our encounter.

I grabbed my towel to leave the shower

As the frog made his exit near the gutter spout.