banks peninsula

-- I press myself into you,
and the birds make themselves known;
the waves lap up towards the edges of us
and we fall in and out of sleep -
the wind winds its way through the open roof, and
through my hair --
                      and yours--
--knotting our salted heads
as they nod left and right,
my mouth slightly open and sharing itself with your sleeve...

children howl down the hill,
dragging skateboards, push-scooters, other apparatus behind them
and eventually being dragged behind them, themselves

everything seems simultaneously
hectic and quiet

We wake, and the wind's subsided;
we eat a hundred pieces of fruit
and follow the winding road
back up to the lake to sleep at it's shore
pressed into each other, in the back of our small van...

everything is good,
everything is safe,
everything is full of love.