by Michael Macklin

We sit in conversation
the world around us
until all that is left
is the sound
of our voices
filled with murmurs
as soft as waves
on a protected shore.
Your questions light
small fires on the beach
Your eyes bright
as stars at dawn.
I answer with the deep
contentment of stone
at the water’s edge.
For the moment we know
what we know and sharing
it equally is enough.