And the Fish in the Tide

Come find me on the bench behind the lighthouse— on the back slope of the south pier wall. The place

we came to share a codfish supper—where the packet to the island lists and knocks against the rollers

and our shadows played on rock the builders blasted from the harbour floor. Come find me on the Schlossweg

in Tirolo—where the alpine valley meadows sway in parables of sunlight and the breezes from the basin are as cool as air

from mountain caves. We’ll linger over haselnüsse gelato. Buy speck and German menthols. Make love until our bodies

ache. Come find me at the Seaport Farmers’ Market. I’ll be waiting by the water at our table in the shade. Remind me

of the hilltop. Of the maple where we carved our names. Come find me. I’ll be waiting. Come find me. Help me on my way.