let’s meet somewhere

between the grand canvases of the Grand Canal of Venice and the Burning of the Houses of Parliament where light reflects off the water onto the Piazza San Marco and flames rage high in the sky far above the horizon, and you wait at the end of the exhibit to walk through once more to capture the works once more

where the space highlighted by Water Lilies and Wisteria filled with art lovers on Sunday afternoon, so rich with admirers it’s important to remember, we too occupy space, and yet we step back to take in the span of color, the interpretation of the form on canvas, before we find each other at the end of the collection with a plan to make once more stroll revisit the image that drew us back

where the stones stand tall above the water’s reach and hopes of crossing from one side to the other while keeping feet dry and knees unscathed, through differing routes with an occasional reach of a hand to smooth a step, as water rushes between stones, til I stand beside you on the sandy edge

on the warm coarse sand where toes burrow to stretch and sooth, between ventures into the sea to wash salty water through my hair and across my lips, as you walk to the far reaches of the visible shore in search of what lies among the sea rushed rocks crawling up the cliff

along the shore of the Mississippi River, beside a sprawling bridge spanning this great river, we stand with stories of Huck and his adventures coursing through your imagination, while wonderings of cargo filling barges fills mine, differing periods, different boats we stand side by side