how limited my view

to see the crystal blue curve

of the round horizon

as a flat line before me

as I sit to see.

the power of the moment

rich, snobbish loud patrons

sip expensively

in the lush, dilapidated restaurant

as I celebrate

my lifetime love.

and, the flat blue horizon

ends me.

how wonderful it must be

to be self-important

to speak loudly knowing

that others must want to hear.

as the twin suns

draw together to burn as one

I enjoy the gin,

and the bisque,

and the rectangular light

from the rectangular lamp

with my lifetime love.

I require only relative silence.

as the arrival of entrees

all over the restaurant

quiets the boisterous voices

I am truly touched

by the light and the heat

the fullness and the joy

and the universal connectivity

of all things

and I with

my lifetime love of it all.