re-creation

In the moment before you greet me
my mind pauses.
Far away somewhere
something says
Speak to your friend.
Closer by
is the time we have created together:
warm, clear, bright
behind my eyes.
Before them a man
again unfamiliarly beautiful;
I see you newly—

hello.

Vacation

Somewhere between the sand and the ocean,
where the water, unnoticing, caresses our feet,
our minds absently continue to think,
the thoughts gliding away on the receding waves.

And somewhere between the land and the clouds,
where the line of the horizon retreats to the twilight, following the sun,
our gaze chases, and our memory,
sailing forward toward midday and morning.

Our faces and our arms in unconscious repose
are warmed by the sinking sun.