Last Day of Summer
Dolphin colored sky.
I walk towards that spot in the sand
where we may or may not have sat through dusk and the noise of others
until the vault of heaven opened, giving me words
(“Look! The stars!” )
before I realized you only wanted to touch my silence.
Is is that when it started?
The waves curled into infinite qiestion marks and
we suddenly realized we were in darkness,
the world no longer the same,
our skin no longer our own.
Is that when I became this creature in a shell,
opening and closing to let you nourish me
with all the healing properties of salt water?