A Birthday Note for my Wife of 47 Years
The chairs and lounges were taken from the beach
years ago, and the gate closed and locked. Over
the ocean, far from our window
a windswept moon rises into dark night.
Far away rollers ride the sea, their sound arriving
out of darkness, and white surf crashes on the sand.
We look at each other, now older than we were.
Nodding, we know what was once unknown.
mek May 26, 2010
