"Yesterday I thrust my hand under the sand and held hers.
All afternoon then the geraniums looked at me
from the courtyards with meaning.
The boats, those pulled to land, took
on something known, familiar, and at night,
late, when I removed her earrings
to kiss her as I want to with my back against the stone church
wall, the pelago thundered and the Saints came out
with candles to give me light.
Doubtlessly, a separate, irreplaceable sensation
exists for each of us which, if we don't find and isolate
in time, and cohabit with later, and fill it with visible acts,
we're lost."