The first eight hours
The experience shook every atom in my system
To say I was intrigued was an understatement
Every descriptive word—wondrous, rapturous and alike, rendered partial
Flattened the richness of serendipitous joy
into linear depiction
Simply, we appreciated the trailing wake behind a moving vessel
a bird bobbing its head, treading resolute steps
two squirrels darting down a plane tree
Sitting on a bench facing a weeping willow
before dusk descended
with a soft kiss to the dying daylight
He showed me another book of drawings
We giggled at his cartoonish creatures
lurking around the luscious female bodies, the gnarly weave of human experience
When darkness draped around us
our spirits came so near, without looking nor touching our hands
a closeness between us emerged
as we sat side by side, speechless
barely knowing each other.