Three worlds apart, we
sailed on separate winds
on crafts we shaped in
antithetic forms
and gathered different
maybes, might-have-beens
to weather different
squalls and different storms.
Our sailing taught us
how to yearn and ache
although we long held
silence in our eyes.
And while some fifteen
years frothed in our wake
we followed separate
stars in separate skies.
But then the deep jade
sea curved ’round her heart
and flung our ragged
rafts upon this beach:
and here we find ourselves, back at the start
where first we two had
drifted out of reach.
Horizon wraps us in
arms infinite:
I now know what I
want—and this is it.
