we sat, you and I
not waiting but being  
like the hawk that circled above
and invisible fishes below
after the rain, in the wet
watching the empty shore.

we saw mountains
thick with green pelts of
bamboo grove and conifer;
a park on the shore
neat and clean as
a public information map;
boats and ripples
held in static snowglobe motion.

even the air was less heavy
less breathed
condensing in the mountain cool
and rolling down to us
a sundae for our souls.

I saw it in your face,
you were home,
there was nowhere more