Pastoral

If I say I have heard voices
who will believe me?

    “None has dipped his hand
    in the black waters of the sky
    nor picked the yellow lilies
    that sway on their clear stems
    and no tree has waited
    long enough nor still enough
    to touch fingers with the moon.”

I looked and there were little frogs
with puffed out throats,
singing in the slime.