Sunlight slipped through a gap that was tightening,
and we watched the rays split the clouds overcast
striking the shore like laughter, like lightning.
We pitched wet stones, fading and brightening,
in dashes over this inevitable ocean - leaping past,
skipping, and slipping, in gaps that were tightening.
And we looked up at the sky heightening
in blue, electrifying the rain as it hit in a blast -
striking our skin like laughter, like lightning.
“How quickly,” you said, “the sun is whitening
these waves.” How quickly they dip into silence vast.
Flashes of light from a gap that is tightening.
“Look,” you pointed out, enlightening
me of the crows soaring over our heads, and I felt at last
this burst of laughter like lightning.
You stared, but all I could think
was how beautifully fast
we slip like the sun through time that is tightening
striking each shore like laughter, like lightning