The sanderlings scattered, along with the other shorebirds
still indifferent to plagues, ponderings or once promising words
when we released our muffled euphoria and mumbled aspirations
I waded and waited, with you on the bank of our transitory cove
my wave above the waves, the child’s play tugging at your shadow
proposing to redefine indefinite, and later,
maybe hide-and-seek in some apple grove.
If only I could reverse our own Extinction Event
and your Impact Statement so prescient
those parting clouds of parting grief
correct to correct me in my corruption
and the poison of my impositions,
how I did not deserve you or your unexpected belief,
at least under these conditions;
the compass lost,
the goblet dry,
the trail overgrown,
the seagull cry,
to a future deleted—
with pleadings formerly shown, no longer understood
nor even entreated.
Beautiful poem - so tenderly expressed! Definitely worthy of submission or slated for a future book...