We would go on drives
to get away, to see where
it would take us. Flipped a coin
at each intersection; heads for left
tails for right.
We came through a small town,
took a left to a dead end, facing into
a grove of trees right on the bay.
And there, in a clearing through
the trees, there was a battered,
wooden park bench where
we could sit. It had part of
the back missing, but it was nice
to sit and look at the ocean.
It was such random luck that
led me there to that moment
with you that I find it hard to
believe I could ever
be that lucky again.