Pixel 2: Morning

What your eyes beheld

You claimed for me:

A rising sun

Warming the air

Caressing the cool ocean

That rises to the touch

To become translucent

And return, creating a secret place

In a small space between sea and earth.

And there is your picture.

I have been thinking all day about this arrested moment.

We know how it ends:

That water will fall,

Bringing treasures with it

And taking some away

As it effaces itself in surrender

To the sun, the moon, the air

And mysteries too numerous to name.

But that moment of rising

That claims everything, keeps nothing,

That is a secret but keeps no secrets--

You brought me there.

It is ours.