"you mean peace to me,"
he says that last afternoon.
his coffee mug steams.
green eyes search green eyes,
reading hidden currents' depths.
ways to say goodbye.
"through all the turmoil,
you have been my oasis."
hand grips my fingers.
joy shining through me.
connection can't be broken.
terns wheel and return.
saying our goodbyes,
a mutual benediction.
the joined hands unclasp.
one lane road ahead.
the rest is commentary,
miles and miles of it.
Copyright © 9 February 1997 by
Heather Madrone. All rights reserved.