Love Is Enough For Us

In the hot A-Ga-Ming night My wife and I skip the July 4th fireworks At the sandbar down south on long Torch Lake Start our own shoreline fire Count the red electrified dorsal fins Of the motorboat salmon swimming upstream Migrating home from the explosions in the sky 20, 50, 80 a hundred 200 in an hour Rainbow tsunami Our dock leans rickety to the covenant Lake soothes its wrinkles when the madness is over Our souls sit back in decrescendo Take a deep breath To the cows mooing Pastures away on Cairn Highway Like foghorns from the lighthouse perched on the moon While picking machines convulse in the cherry orchards Tree by tree to trampolines Whining mosquitoes if our ears were the hills Moon slips behind the blueberry clouds Campfire snaps its fingers for attention A cricket chirps just outside our circle of radiant rocks I planted decades ago Every year he’s here too Chirping Chirping To the embers of the universe Until he isn’t.