Poetry

The sea is calm
and the tide is low tonight,
I can see no moon
and the sieving rain
is even blotting out the stars.
 
Somewhere out there
I hear a ship’s horn blowing in the fog
that rises from the cold deep,
next to me you lie asleep
and I wonder how our love keeps growing,
exactly what causes us to love more and more
and love to be between us like a living thing.