Saturday, December 20, 2008

December 20, 3008

I’ve had wine, not much, then yogurt ice cream,
spooning it from the carton
walking by the fireplace,
your photo on the mantle — a nest
between lights, strung for holiday,

I felt you nodding, your smile,
breathing as I strode past
my eyes with you,
your effervescence
a moment beyond
a tangible reach.

Together, reflecting
as shadows, we both
capture sea into sky,
one thousand years
from now, before
until again.