15" x 30", Acrylic on Canvas
I keep feeling you are about to rise,
As we look out over the simple geometry of the sea for signs of dawn
Diffuse, coming fast.
Cold sand between my toes, deep in the sunstream.
What did we do this last night?
That we are so in tune right here
In time, and our conversation hums like a major chord
After long minors,
Only to fade out, but heartened by the thought of reprise.
All to be said has been said
Everything else lies ahead.