610. An Us

Another note slipped by Trev under Em's door. She has acted as if they did not exist. Translated from the original Hynerian.

Do you remember the grey skies
mist hanging low over the water
kaleidoscope beads, worlds each
of our eyes
vibrating with laughter and
hands held
fingers laced?

The quiet sand
silent witness
to twenty toes
snug as bugs
as we stared the stare
of lovers
twirling our minds
like children on a merry-go-round?

We walked to the village
that day to buy bread golden
my heart felt as a balloon
light, rising, weightless
and if the town
had been a world away
we would arrive too soon

And we talked as bow
to string
notes noted by birds
as they swooped
wings in applause
sailing on the warm current
of our hopes and dreams

For three years
I had thought of me
the world revolving
to my lonely command
conducting an orchestra
for one

And you said to me
there was the world before
and the world now
one as night
the other as day
and together
us
we would make the world whole

So we sat before our grain
whole in heart
as the fruited seed
made of hands humble
baked in artisan love

And we toasted the sun
and the rain
partners in our locked arms
and crimson filled crystal
a celebration of light
from within
as without

A thousand Javalinas
and a thousand times ten thousands
neural traces
could not
erase the memory of that day
of the time when there was no longer
a me
but
an us