First Encounter Beach

That night the sand retained the heat

of the day as we lay like vessels

pulled up along the shore.

Beneath a voluptuous moon, I recall

our impassioned youth–

the deep breaths you drew,

the me that was me, the you

that was you.  Sometimes on a walk

I still think about us–

and that spot where natives

and non-natives met,

your body in stark silhouette.


Doug Macomber