for M. Marquette

What have I done with my life?...

Could I have done it differently,

                           or better, or with less damage?   – ‘Sydney Lawyer with Horses’, Martin Harrison


Twilight. Dew forms

as we speak words

and they fall all around us


in the grass. Behind us,

the water, the bright tones

of our city. In the semi-dark


we are finding our way

back to the place where

the wind blows just enough


to caress your face like a lover.

The years line up and take their places.

A flashlight illuminates


our shadows on the sandstone.

Your eyes are the exact shade

of the heart of flint – mine


shine gold in the sun. Something

ignites. This small flame, burning

bright in our cupped hands.