i met you today at the waters edge
where the sun meets the sky
and your breath becomes mine
the endless echoes of speech and words
a formality before the caress of hearts
the miracle of me being you, endless
it has just been time before now
and now only time will tell its yarn
waves that stitch the oceans face
whilst far below the horizon disappears
as if it never once was and never shall be
I live by the Atlantic, and since the pandemic, have taken up an asana practice near the water’s edge, where the sun indeed meets the sky and I honor with salutations. 