Ocean
They did not notice
the cold wind or the hard rain.
Just water and waves.
Two figures pressed together at the water’s edge, hands clasped tightly and bracing against the wind.
Their eyes seemed focused farther off, following the ships. Sailing in, or away, away. And they cannot see the storm clouds just above them, or feel a thin sheet of hail that sweeps over them, and then past them.
They can only see dancing lights across the water, across the bay, like flashing gems or jumping fish under the sun’s rays, like golden fingers, spread apart by the clouds.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and hand-holding-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you venture out into the storm, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. Though rain, sleet, and driving snow we’ll preserve those watery words for all eternity (we’ll happily take warm, sunny days, too).
