This morning walk 

You were on my mind.

If you were here, we would toss out lovely words.

Like skipping stones

They would take flight and aim for the truth and the moment.

I would say, 

“Look, how the tern folds and unfolds his wings, 

He sails and pivots

An origami bird.”

And you, the poet, would say

“Exactly. So perfect.”

And, you watching the sea shift and balance itself would whisper

“See?  Hear how its heart beats?”

And I, your friend, would nod smiling.

The exhale and inhale of waves 

The wash of water at our feet.

And, we would kneel in veneration

Lean our ears to the beach

And, listen for the profound timing of this place.

And the poet would add another keyhole to this universe.