It’s 7 am
And the shallow sun
Makes waves
between the clouds
And wakes me
I go to the place
That rests above the ripples
Below a sudden bolt
Of breeze
It breaks green
And takes a stone
To form something
That once was
And he is here too
Looking out
In his favourite place
And we watch
The kayaks together
Making shapes
In the unfamiliar silence
He holds my hand
My fingers tucked under
And his wrapped around
We have a name for this
All of this
We have a name for all of this
