Poem

Palm trees, pine trees, willows.
Seashore, lakeshore, pond side.
Butterflies, raindrops, stars hung above.
Fingertips, shoulders, and neck.
Meandering around the hemisphere, lifting into the universe.
The enclosure is no longer enclosing nor am I.
Fragments compiled; films unrolled.
Our journey continues… when we meet again.
When water glistened under the dancing moonlight.
When butterflies wander along the margin of the bay.
When air fog up your face and your lip.
Inch after inch, gaze after gaze…
No sense of where I am,
I reach out to the moon,
And you say…
I’ll see you there.