we walked [2001]

down in the brine thick air
talking of speaking and seeing
you had no idea our entwining paths
would bring us there
seven years, a day
to have

down where the spruce steeps
talking of spirits and stories
i had no idea of the endless world
when you took me there
one second, a decade
to hold

down from the octagon house
talking of nothing and everything
we had no idea a slight breeze
would carry us this far
two hours, an instant
as long

down to the silent sand
talking of this and that
i had no idea what to say
when the moment came
thirty minutes, an hour
as we both

down among the singing waves
talking of tides and time
you had no idea the pelican wise
would witness that kiss
ninety three months, an aeon
shall live