Flame

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.