If no eye is watching, absent even from each perfect sparrow (such infinite isolation) then, especially then, we must gently cast our eyes, urgently focus our attention on each other. Weighted and untrammeled with time, sprawled on the beach of you, my blue shadows, greys always pooling around your blacks and whites, your crashing sea-scented waves. Your hands are on my hip bones again, hinging me forward, and my eyes surge back at you through my hair. Anchor me now to the hilt, I’m soaked with the history of us, never abandon this island we made. I’m an envelope you hold, invisibly bulging, ever unknowable, our linked memories begun by a lake, always bordered by water, tides, and we flow cradled by currents on shores of this ocean lake we call home, and boundless. - Tanya Fenkell