sitting on the end of the pier with you
on the western coast of cozumel
our legs dangled over the edge
a half drunk black russian by my right side
and a watery mai tai by your left
we watched the fish glitter by beneath us
and talked about our past loves
mismatches missteps and grace
the one who ran away from you
into the woods of abilene kansas
knowing you would run after him
and catch him
and then he would propose
the one with a kitten-shaped hole
in her heart
who told me i was careless with mine
and was right
and others who were right
about other things
and wrong about still others
and though there were so many
stars in the sky that night
and so many fish in the sea
my attention kept coming back
to our shadows
and how they were cast onto the water
by two lights above and behind us
in the corners of the thatched roof
one showed our shadows off to the right
outlining the shapes of our bodies
with a slight gap between them
in darker shades of grey on the blue
the other bulb sent another shadow off to our left
and that light was stronger
and because of its angle
and because of its brightness
and because of exactly where we were sitting together
the shadow it cast was much clearer
the contrast at our edges was much higher
and it cast our bodies as one single shape
sliding gently over the waves
and out into the ocean.
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