The Tide Comes In

the tide
comes in, so we move our chairs
back
into the sand.
the sun is behind us,
on the bay side.
it's a perfect day.
blue
and clear.
in the distance I can see
the freighters
plowing
slowly through the dark
green of
an even deeper water.
they are plum colored,
their flags
pushed open by the wind.
there are no crowds,
it's too early
in the season.
we have room, we have quiet.
we have books in our laps.
the water is cool
against our feet.
it's been a long time
coming,
getting away like this.
we have all week to do
nothing, but eat
and sleep, read,
make love. walk hand
in hand along the shore,
and watch the roll of a
gentle
sea.