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.
