see the tide working
at the shelves of granite
off the shores of maine,
each wake caressing
the dark rock in eddies.
see the patterns of erosion
in the cliffside & at our feet,
the material segmenting like
data, like a thought transforming
into a sent message.
i wondered if that was you
biking along the shoulder,
the yellowgreen windbreaker
& blue shorts glowing
in the daylight, and briefly
my insides tensed:
you see, i fall in love with
ease, gentle acts
of consideration or camaraderie
—a message received transforming;
with these, you envelop
me, and i erode.