Air Force

  Our voices scramble
  at the first shock of voice

  over the tannoy of each
  other's lives.

  I was waiting for you
  in the sky
  with a ribbon of cloud
  and a parachute.

  The air waves
  are whipped up

  by the welter of
  waiting tears.

  I was watching at
  six o'clock
  for eagles to fly
  out of bandit sunlight.

  We flew
  through the empty dusk

  as high as
  kites, dreams, lovers.
  The universe waits
  for us
  with its wide arms
  always open.

From the book Love Poems