The Present 2/3

I live for walks home at 8am

When we’ve seen the sun set and rise

Through a train window

Clutching each other for support

While the other sleeps.

For the moment when

The train creeps around

the corner of the mountain

And the sparkling sea expands

Under pink and orange

Of a soft sunrise

And I know we are almost home.

I watch it rise every morning

Waking up or going to sleep

With exhaustion and excitement

And thirst so strong

To know

As much as I can.