{You and Me}

{You and Me}

You and me, praying together on a Sunday morning

in the cool quiet church up the hill.

You and me, cooking together in the hot

white kitchen that we built with our own four hands.

You and me, playing together,

uproarious laughter over a lousy hand of cards.

You and me, flying together down a long low hill,

wind and sun in our bicycle-hair.

You and me, swaying together with our bare legs

tangled in a hammock hung high, as the night

turns cool and the first chilly raindrops fall.

You and me and the perfect spring day at last.

(photograph by Sarah Luft, poetry by me)