Out on Elliott bay we
Watch an early morning ferry
Gliding lazily in, whitecaps in its wake
Fog drifting dreamily over the choppy gray water

We hold our cups of steaming cappuccino between our chilly hands
On the third floor Seattle Public Market cafe as a hungry
Sea gull swoops past the windows again - again,
Crying, hoping for handouts it wheels for,
Diving - easily catching
Each in mid-air

I remember
We had coffee here
Half a lifetime ago together
Catching each other tenderly in
The midst of a wild stream of living

Just as we had soda together here
Years before that when together
We held such youth within
Our entwined hands
That we believed
We knew what
Sorrow
Was