Archive 05/13/12

 

   

The Three of Us

                                                               

Farther out than our eyes can know,

The ocean is a washboard corrugated with breeze-driven breakers

Ultimately collapsing onto the shore, where you and I relax.

We're just close enough to taste them, in our faces,

As they mist our vision, make the horizon appear to be dripping.

 

Just now, the jubilation we feel is more than slightly nuanced

By our shadowy awareness of tomorrow,

Which, like this white-impastoed ocean, rushing toward us,

Is the messenger reminding us of my impending departure,

Our separation for the next nine days.

 

Meanwhile, taking inspiration from the misty taste of the waves,

We lean over and kiss each other's lips,

As if the sea and we were one, eternally in love.

And in this moment, the three of us know, intimately,

That going and coming are one, one in the same endless flow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    

 

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