To Sea

To Sea I would like to think that The big, white birds soaring Over choppy waters Or the way my camera captures A straight, bold beam of light Is a vision of sorts – A gift from you, To me. This vision would say: “Hey! I’m still around, Right here – I linger where our bodies first touched on Warm summer ground” I would like to think that You are watching us, Now – The strips of bark have become Sea worthy vessels; The children, captains of Sticks-and-Sand, They run amok, marvelously On this jutting peninsula Just as, once, you and I. I would like to think that We haven’t lost touch – Not really; You are merely seeking solace in Strong, biting winds as they Blow by the dockside; That you are merely warming Wings yet too weak to Fly. I would like to believe that The caress of breath on my Shoulder is you. I turn. You are gone.