Moonlight Shimmering

 

Last night the moonlight shimmered on the water;

I stood at my window watching its languid movement.

Lover slip into the pool;

swim immediately beneath the surface

luminescent nudity,

amorphous fluidity.

Sea gently clap,

mountains hunch forward;

squinting house eyes

see how the moon swims in the bay.

Last night the sun’s lover went shining on the ocean;

I stood at my window and watched like shadows watch.

Pandemic Times

Things have improved, there was a time, not long ago, when windows looked like they were going to be omnipresent in our future relations; it was upsetting and somehow ridiculous. Here's Kay and I not too long ago meeting our daughter; sad to say, it's likely to happen again.