Finnerty Gardens

We linked our elbows at the gate and pushed
toward home.....unsteady feet over broken stones
and loose bracken.....my pupils wide with night
and wanting.....I thought we were lost but you
explorer.....searched furtive until we came
upon the pond.....you spoke disjointed lines
of Dark Pines under Water.....eyes fastened
down.....deeper.....in an elementary world
your hand cold through my coat.....a heavy grace
an anguished dream that left me groping
the dark for the soft nuance of silence
between those borrowed verses