Sunshafts flicker through a caravan
of cumuli.

Steady surf whomps and hisses 
against the rocks 
		where mute armies of seabirds rest.

Looking up, spume-blasts shoot
through the skyline--
		a brief wilderness of snow.

As you sleep, I entertain this new relation,
a rebirth in mid-sentence, 
		two in the incomparable
company of one. 

You encircle me:
family-veins rooted all the way
		through the invisible.

Today near the river's mouth
where sand itches
		to meet the sea
we remember only yesterday
this wedding.

I'll cherish the sun-veins and delectable
joy in your looks long after
		my bones are mountains
and salt sweetens the sea.


(for Rita)