Suitcase Suite

As you spread a sun song

across the island,

my arm curls your pillow.

I recite my evening prayers

and photographs of our future,

fall one at a time

from the corners of the sky.

Angels, on the ready,

list to the side of the window box, 

pacing myself, I lay out clothes

for a run to the airport.

Clock set,

the day that brings us together,

has already spent

its midnight.

With dawn, your ocean,

still warm in memory,

will wade to me forever,

and, softened to you,

I'll cast off the shell

that kept me

from the beach.