No Words

“God, or someone, had parted the sea, and who were we to say we weren't going to walk through it?” (Moniza Alvi) I have no words for this: The way we climbed this stack of stone - how sun and shadow chased each other and the old tar road that had carried us from the city to your cottage and now here lay far below us: Black and sluggish, like the carelessly abandoned skin of a long dead snake. I have no words for this: How silent it was – how sharply we could see the few surrounding villages, the meadows and the woods, the soft and subtle rise and fall of all the hills around us: And how unimportant everything beyond the distance of your touch. I have no words for this, my love.