Speak

I talk you over the mountains to this seat in the sand
where we lie. It is a blanket in a million pieces.
Did you laugh?
I can understand why, reading the lines around your mouth.

There is water, unfriendly brine. Too grey to explore today,
so you - always with more spirit - test it with your finger
but are shocked away.
We will come back when the sun is out.

You and I speak and the words are never words.
My hands are never just hands, your eyes more than what they see.
And everything that passes
is true.