Fishing

I just had a thought...

I remember that day
When we had a picnic at the end of the wharf
The perfect circle of the sun
Making our skin warm to touch
And our smiles bigger.

We sat on the hard concrete of the pier
With our legs dangling over the side
Bait for a high jumping fish.

And I loved the smell of you
As it mixed with the salty air
Your voice chorused the broken-glassed waves
And the hollow music of the factories around us.

We sat on the soft blanket
Drinking wine and laughing
And I don’t even think a fish
From a Hollywood movie
Could’ve reached us then.