One day soon we will see the sun arrive
with silent Spring thunder & sink its fingers
into the bay of dark creatures.
One day soon I will sit & watch you move
across the room, a breakfast of sunlight
& air fresh with trees & silence.
One day soon the sea house, the pine-grass matting,
the school-made walls, the fire furniture,
the beach dancing in its blue ring—all for us.
One day soon my hand upon your hand,
the taste of wine touching all the tired muscles
& no greater pleasure than the breath of your hair.
One day soon only water falling over rocks is enough,
where there is no distance between the air
& the skin of a new day with you.