The Man on the Hill, the Woman by the Shore.
He lived alone, as did she.
Him on his hill, and her by her sea.
She walks early, by the glittering shore.
He reads in his chair, under a sparkle of stars,
not so far from each other — as the crow flies.
Yet.
They have never met.
How many times had they been in the very same place?
Ships in the night, under the same, identical skies.
She longed for someone like him.
He’d waited for someone like her.
He’ll be broad and handsome, a Scot, funny and smart.
She’ll be warm, loyal, happy, maybe love art?
One fine day, finally, with a pinch of fate, they meet.
Now they are firmly two,
it’s impossible to imagine, there not being a you.
Side by side, they fly like crows, to and fro, ‘tween hill and shore.
Her hand in his, eyes shining like half moons.
His arms surround her, a sense of belonging hangs in the air.
Together.
A pair, of contented and loved-up spoons.
©️ Full Circle 2023
