I am grateful to have the strength
to reach out to your hand
and hold it,
to power my legs and knees
while walking leisurely on
the beach, sunset-lit.
I am thankful to have the
clarity
of vision to still witness
your smiles,
and with ears sensitive to
your laughter
while the sea keeps coming
back to our feet.
How I love our memory that
goes a long way
back from where we began,
and every now
and then ask if you still
recall the feeling,
the thrill of confession!
Oh how we have come this
far,
like a precious Chinese bowl
with gold
in all its cracks.
