Two hearts as one reunited in an airport -
seems we are destined to repeat these very roles.
No telling how or when the next chapter begins -
only revealed by the trickling sands of time.
You say Atlantic Shore, and we walk along the beach
to the roar of the incoming tide at mid-day;
my feet sink in sand, leaving fleeting impressions
as the waves rush to claim and deposit more shells.
They look young and strong as we did not long ago;
their wits and degrees will surely take them farther.
Together we must support their life-long learning
to ensure their success in a sandpaper world.
Full moon rises gold against blue sky in April.
Lonely loon croons a nocturnal lullaby.
Groups of geckos gather beneath the Melbourne moon
while a Chihuahua family bids me farewell.