An exercise in unity:
we swam our miniscule strokes across the small pool of light.
However, the two lanes were parallel and never crossed.
I still wonder how it was that your hand dipped to my side
and lightly pushed water toward me.

I liken it to a feather,
a songbird's, that gently robes me with music and light.
Or, perhaps a stone tossed spitefully into the water.
The wave already washed through when I completed my thoughts,
leaving microscopic bubbles.

When this meager bowl spills over
I think that, rather than falling straight and becoming flat,
the blue-lit water will arc outward in a waterfall,
curved with grace, so that when it strikes the bottom of the world
it will imprint our bodies' forms.

As we drop through the azure light
We can bravely stare each other in the eye, remaining
wordless if we please, because the silence will say enough.
Please hold my hand as the poem breaks around us, because
our final outlines will be one.