after south (part 3)

someday, i will meet you at the coves
where the cliffs meet the sea
and the sea, the sky

and we will see
all the fishermen with their boats
and the tides that meet

at the line between sea 
and sky.  where the children are
the only versions of our selves 

left after the aging in our minds.
the mornings will be beautiful, 
the dusk

the wind on ears, strand of hair, 
brine on cheeks and tongue.
and at night

the world will be full of stars--planktons
shining on edges of the waters surface, 
fireflies at the darkened trees,

stars on the clear night sky--
and twinkling also, a human-
made satellite

moving like a wishing star.