The week before, outside the window
of our rented cabin
Venus shone in late summer brilliance.
You slept across the room,
your breath sucking in dreams
of future love.
Awake, I listened to waves
defining edges of our world,
a world drenched in hope.
Beneath the soggy surface of sand,
doing that which sand crabs do.
Remember how we used to watch
for bubbles on wave-
There we’d dig to catch them
then free them back
to their inane existence.
But that was years before
when we were kids. This, however,
was the week before
I turned away from child’s
play to grasp the choice that I had made,
a certain choice (so I believed).
Tonight, outside my window
on this sleepless winter night
Venus still shines in desert skies.
I’m happy to submit this to dVerse Poets’ Pub, Open Link Night, hosted by the incomparable Brian Miller. I’m glad to return to my blogging buddies, if in a somewhat limited capacity. I anticipate only doing 2-3 posts a week for a while and hope to be able continue commenting, if in a somewhat short, pithy manner.
Process note: this poem is inspired by the week I spent with my family on vacation at Newport Beach just prior to leaving home to pursue my dreams at the tender age of 17. It needs to be edited, so your constructive critique is most welcome. Thank you.