Breaking further and further out to sea,
I watch the log drift out toward the horizon.
I suspect the wood has broken off from the forests
That grow around this bay.
I pick up a piece of driftwood I find on the sand
And feel how smooth the salt water has worn it.
It is soft like a lover’s skin.
How beautiful she looked
On that summer night
On the beach,
Dressed in white moonlight
Like a bride about to wed.
How the moon smiled that night.
You said there is no human face on the moon,
It is instead a hare, a celestial hare outrunning the dogs of the sun,
Eternal flight, pregnant with hope and always looking back.
The beach house was not ours
And I said I did not want to stay there
So we found our own place
Run down and hardly clean,
But on the water’s edge.
We could sit outside and rest our feet in the water.
Did I dream
Or was the light from the ocean so dazzling and clear
That I lost my senses?
Hold me tight and whisper to me
So that I think of the seaside, that night with you, again.