Claudia Gary
Our Song
At last our music has meandered back
so I could savour it in solitude,
outside your scrutiny, though a strange mood
still hangs above the watery cul-de-sac
where we once sailed. Hearing our favourite sound,
no longer do I feel dark currents pull
toward the ocean floor. Each syllable
rings out against the chance I’ll run aground.
Since you’ve returned the melody I sought,
I have no need to look for antidotes.
Waves washing over each unruly thought
of you, our old song’s life preserver floats
beside me, rarely needed. I am caught
swimming ahead in joy, between the notes.