Opal

Written while looking at the painting of the same title, "Opal" by Anders Zorn.

So, did it happen?
Were they real people
Or was it only
In the artists's view
The opalescent lake
Reflecting pink, and white
Like the skin
Of the two
Bare to the waist
Sitting in the grass
Surrounded by green
It doesn't matter
I suppose
If there ever was
Such a day
It is here
Before me
And so
It is happening
To me
I am one of the two
Gentle breeze blowing
Gazing at the water
A moment
Warm and free
I think
It must have happened
Yes, definitely