AT THE END OF THE DOCK

We stood there together,
alone at the end of the dock,
out over the water.

Two dolphins glided by together,
laughing – gliding inches above the water –
out for what looked like an evening jog.

You were watching a Styrofoam cup
in an oil slick – floating – but going
what seemed like nowhere.

We stood there together,
alone at the end of a long conversation,
seeing that we see so, so differently.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009