No date

  We sat at sunlit table, sea shushing & hushingthe wine was quite acceptable, waitress pretty& the feast lay before us picketed a fine picnic. I listened to the space between your wordswatched your mouth move describingthe core of your life your centre of being: & the sentences strode on over the seamelted in the haze of horizon but they didn’t containan ounce of me. Hours later I wondered if anything had occurred,if I had heard the sound of angels, felt the touch of Eroscarried in on the onshore breeze I knocked upon the silence listened to my heartbeatpondered over biscuits ran the gambit of my cup of tea & I knew then we were strangers a greeting & a meetinga touch of unknown symbols there was nothing bright to hold us just a moment in the sunlight & the shush hush deepening humof the incoming  cruel sea.