We sat at sunlit table, sea shushing & hushing
the wine was quite acceptable, waitress pretty
& the feast laid before us picketed a fine picnic.
I listened to the space between your words
watched your mouth move describing
the core of your life your centre of being:
& the sentences strode on over the sea
melted in the haze of horizon but they didn’t contain
an ounce of me.
Hours later I wondered if anything had occurred,
if I had heard the sound of angels, felt the touch of Eros
carried in on the onshore breeze
I knocked upon the silence listened to my heartbeat
pondered over biscuits ran the gambit of my cup of tea
& I knew then we were strangers a greeting & a meeting
a clash of mis- matched symbols: there was nothing bright to hold us
just a moment in the sunlight & the shush hush deepening hum
of the cruel sea.