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.

Will SchmitComment