We were outside
I had my ear against the door
The sound of souls giving roots to our floating hearts
such music soothed even the rotting wooden door, this barrier between us and it
She hadn’t spoken since we’d left the grass field but suddenly she whispered
Have you ever loved the past as much as you love the present?
Such acuteness I could hardly bare
she saw so much of my soul I felt she was moulded from it
My hand was held, her gentleness the gift I’d prayed for under the full moon dusk
some time previous
I had been in a village frequented by few near Vila do Bispo
I forget the month, I remember the smell
long and drifted, its scent of sea and swell and promise
Half broken, I was so full
The tutelage of the shifting winds
mellowed my aching wounds
I was sat beneath the endless vision
of a bellowing sky
drenched, subdued in the all encompassing mist
that strayed upon my eyes
and layered my world with a celestial unity
Vila do Bispo, Portugal // 10"10”17