A Journey in Early Fall
And now you turn to me—not quite an afterthought,
And I am appreciative for this.
You tell me, not in words, but by the way you slightly cock your neck as you give me a hug:
All I have to do is come and join you for a swim
Out in the green that surrounds us.
But pettiness, or fear, or just a need to hear what you won’t say, I suspect
Has made me a bad swimmer.
And as we travel in this ship of sorts
Sailing down to an awareness
That the end of this journey is really only the beginning of something else,
I am conscious of this limitation, and I fear it.
So for now I sit here
Consoling myself by watching you.
Showing my hesitant smile without hesitation.
Happy, seeing you as you imagine yourself
In the embrace of the moon, your soul-mate, your friend.