When Fates Are Decided

When Fates Are Decided

It is during the last days of fall,
during evening light,
walking the wind-swept beaches of the Atlantic,
that they come upon a pavilion empty for the season.
Deserted, a cold wind roams through it
catching and lifting bits of sand
that hide it's brick floor
(it's wooden pillars are bleached by sea-salt).

O,the quiet secrets love stumbles upon.
And her heart goes far out to the coastline
that recedes like a tentative hand--
a geasture somewhere between friendship and longing.
He finds the wholeness of her,
urging her away from desire towards love
as they walk side-by-side with silent purpose
unconcerned where it takes them.
A small boy's faith, developing in a sun-lit cathedral
with doors open to a warm breeze
travels with the same medatitive stillness.
These moments of discovery, such as now,
such as finding loneliness in an unsuspected place,
a seasonal place out of season,
only lasts for now.
But during the reverie,
the twilight when fates are decided,
the past is diminished
and she raises him and he raises her.

Under an orange evening sky
over the failing of fall,
they recreate one another like a stranger,
omniscient like the poet,
looking from a boat out at sea
onto their separate loves
intersecting and finding one another.