Late afternoon.
The two of us sitting on a sun-warmed rock,
my back against your chest,
your arms around my waist,
waves spilling over the sand,
bits of shell and glistening stones,
two white gulls sailing past,
a fishing boat in the distance.
Each piece of the day
suspended, exalted.

I remember it still,
thirty-eight years later,
an instant of happiness
eclipsing all else,
as if love is born in a rush,
new each time,
altering the world,
then sending us back
to live like the mortals we are.

Published by

Jean Ryan

Jean Ryan, a native Vermonter, lives in Napa, California. Her stories and essays have appeared in a variety of journals and anthologies. She has also published a novel, LOST SISTER. Her short story collections, SURVIVAL SKILLS and LOVERS AND LONERS, are available online. STRANGE COMPANY, a collection of short nature essays, is available in paperback as well as digital and audio editions.

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