—MAKE YOUR OWN KIND OF MUSIC

 

 

I Wake 

 

to birdsong in winter 

an aquamarine sky

you jogging barefoot

and naked in the snow 

after having made an imprint 

of an angel in the drift

the beach encrusted 

with glittering diamond ice  

whales offshore breaching 

the surface like a pair 

of synchronized swimmers 

everything topsy-turvy yet 

perfect and dipped in magic 

a sonnet of bewilderment 

I follow your footprints 

and the sanderlings do too

all of us out of breath 

tracking as fast as we can

calling your name on repeat 

saying wait saying come back 

saying tell me you love me please