somewhere between a full irish breakfast in galway
& a sunny sail on the mediterranean,
i dove between gentle waves,
swam circles on my side
so i’d never lose sight of your face.
in the beginning there was earth & heaven
& in the end we’ve been told there’ll be fire
but in that moment
there was only the pulse in my brain,
the rush of this everything new,
the swell of waves on our boat.
ghost-white terns dipped their beaks
below the surface all around
scattering silverside fishes into colorless air.
across the water
i could see you laughing.
the sounds were no more
than water lapping against my shoulder.
you opened your eyes again wide
& the sky disappeared.
there was only blue
& those eyes.
