Sunrise

opalescence:

 

old moon

dissolves.

 

Sea returns

& returns,

 

until we are

fish food,

 

wind chime

a thrush’s

 

song.

 

You are

not apart:

 

held

 

inside

Polaroid

 

memory,

 

captured

in synapse.

 

Twenty years

of that,

 

twenty years

of this,

 

& twenty

to finish.

 

Full moon

sunrise,

 

opalescence:

 

dust motes

float

 

& all

the drama

 

shifts

to this

 

quiet

reflection.

 

.