Belonging

While I get a massage

he walks to Hana Bay.

When I’m done,

he leads me to a young

plumeria tree.

There is a table

and two chaise lounges.

He opens his beach bag.

Out comes Thai tea

and Thai curry mahi mahi.

We eat under the tree

Cooled by the post rain breeze.

A man appears.

He carries a picnic

for the koi.

They were transplanted here.

Their other pond is being cleaned,

upgraded.

Once they ate out of his hand.

Nervous now, they feed

But avoid close contact.

We were nervous once.

Both transported out of settled

lives.

Like the fish, we are mapping

a new pond. Despite our age

Our pond seems expansive.

We’ve set no limits here.

He is completely he

and I am completely me.

Janice Eskridge © 2014