the sun is high

as your feet
go through the cold
stream, your shoes
are off, the sand
is soft, the pebbles
smooth. she waits
on the other
side. it's summer,
her dress is white,
her hair is dark.
she has no name.
she is young, as
you are and it's
the beginning of
your life, not the
end. you have
started over, been
given a second
chance to get to
the other side, you
are careful this
time. you are in
no rush. you want
to do it right.
the water is cold,
the sun is high.