the beach tonight we had a row.
Morose, I sulked, wrote wishes
in the sand
long after you had left to think. And how
you. Would the salt waves understand?
I skimmed ten round, flat
stones far out to sea.
An even number of bounces said you cared.
squinted each and every skip for me.
Six odd, four even, I was
I skimmed until the figures came together,
then I cast my last smooth skimming stone,
closed my eyes against
the count. Whichever,
odd or even, blind, I'll never know.
But coming home, through a cool Aegean dawn,
revelled in your love, enjoyed your laughing scorn.