its hard to write a new love poem
but here's another
just like all the rest
we're at this tiny beach
she and i
can't remember
if its sunny, but it's way too cold
to swim
what i'm doing is
sifting through sand
finding little pebbles
smaller and smaller
with each one
i put it in the palm
and point
saying, what about this one
she nods, or something
and then i flick the tiny stone
the size of lentil, a grapenut, a flax seed,
and then a large grain of sand
we lose it as it zooms
in a small fantastic arc
human eyes with limits
she and i look out across water
before it breaks the surface
there is silence
when we both hold our breath
the stone slips into water
like a tiny blip on our radar
we see it's minute splash
here's the thing we were guessing
each broke our silence
with the tiniest sound
i turned to her with a smile
she shrugged and i sifted another
couln't wait for our silence
once more
1 comment:
dear mr. c_p,
it takes me a long time to make easy contact - like reading your blogged poems posted so easy for me and my computer. or when you called my quirky,smiling middle aged roomate and left your message, it took weeks to return it. so i'm here, finally. and this poem is good. thanks
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