While we’re waiting
let’s open the champagne
and remember summer is not over yet
This time of evening
makes me sad
and I long for home
How still it is
but the fisherman’s wife
said the sea was ‘choppy’ out there from the shore
Let’s not waste these
last hours
talking of our past
or speculating on imaginary futures
We’re together, I hear
your breath,
hold me close
leave the final
sentence to the earth