Island

by Michael Macklin

We sit in conversation
the world around us
recedes
until all that is left
is the sound
of our voices
filled with murmurs
as soft as waves
on a protected shore.
Your questions light
small fires on the beach
Your eyes bright
as stars at dawn.
I answer with the deep
contentment of stone
at the water’s edge.
For the moment we know
what we know and sharing
it equally is enough.