A Poem

Finally had the inspiration/inclination to revise an old poem.
With thanks to the PWG gals.

Reunion, the Lake

On the shore this night
air and water move inseparable
dense and dark, chill and unfathomable.
Waves layer upon the curled beach like
the slabs of stone they swamp
shush...shush, over and over and over.
Liquid slips between coves
cold mist rises
obscuring the gay lights
of a far bonfire
spreading out upon the water, reflected
sparks like oversized fireflies
worshipping stars.

Lying in my own layer of darkness
Under covers and eaves, a floor above
the cousins conversing like
early sunrise, harsh and bright
I know: I will miss all this
you and
the geometry of this shore
the blindness of this black night
neighbors deaf to our laughter
sound waves lapping
echoless from shore to shore--
too far away to respond.

I know: I will be desperate
to rebuild this lake, stone
by stone, wave by wave, using any night
like a lighthouse to illuminate our
days spent slipping across
this water, this shore, this darkness
together.