Sal Telluris

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.