A FLASH OF LITHE WHITE ARMS
A flash of lithe white arms
and legs farther up the road,
quick from behind a tall hedge,
retrieving a bounce-away ball—
“Nausikaa with her white arms flashing,”
as Homer sang it nearly
three thousand years ago—
then vanishing just as quick
tells me how the myth
of nymphs began in a twilight
glimpse of skin or snatch
of distant girlish laughter
told as something magical,
if only to evoke the mere
and perfect original.
from THE WORLD PUSHES BACK (Texas Review Press, 2019) © Garret Keizer
Plume: Issue #92 April 2019