back to the point

back to the point
which was being together

riding out through verdant fields
keeping wary eyes on the cows
and especially the bull -- he was up to no good

sun filtering through trees
making dapples on flanks
and faces and sunburned shoulders

taking turns galloping up the hill
feeling precisely alive
perceptible freedom under the biggest skies on earth

the rest of our lives
was something for later
no plans beyond eating sherbet on the porch

but later is now
and it's all jobs
and cars and weddings and rent --

but --

back to the point
which was being together