by Maureen Weldon
So I took a photograph
High on the hill cliff top.
Wondering if the memory
Of you and me still lives?
Here in this long sea-grass;
Or dances across the steep- sea - path,
Where we watched a star,
Where the hours melted between
Night and day:
Between your skin and mine...
And all the time
The deep changing sea beneath us,
Calling...
And mermaids sitting on jagged rocks
Passing a golden ball.
But today, in the salt soft air:
Just remembering.
(First published in Never Bury Poetry)