Amber evening embraced us
Honeyed words dripping from
Our tongues
A buzzing hive of thoughts
Filled each of our skulls
Rattling from ear to eyeball
Steps had been taken
To relieve the drone
This evening and
This bench seemed as good a place as any to
Recuperate
Willow fingers stretching
To mirror surface not ten feet
Ahead of us
Trailing over a watercolour
Of coral houses
Fringed
With crafted snow white stone
Ripples giving oil texture
Tree limbs brush the walls
Children’s fingers in an art gallery
Striving to understand
The lonely boat on a
Doll house quay
Can’t have moved far
In all the time it’s been there
Laugh at its irrelevance
Five foot boat
Ten foot pond
Lapse
In to silent appreciation
Right here
Where the colours blend and twist
Flow out the painted lines and whirl
Before our eyes
Veneer of sunset honey tints
The scene
The three of us
The water
The light
The evening
I could have sat there forever
And lost no time at all.