‘We lived in the woods,’ he said as if that mattered.
Perhaps it did. To him. But not to me.
He gathered thoughts that I had liked better scattered.
I answered I had felt more for the sea.
We watched each other at and through the mirror.
We blinked and shook our heads. We still were there.
The waves outside grew mountainous. The nearer
grabbed our attention. We took to the air.