We watch as the lazy eye of the sun
is erased by the mountain
the air stays warm
and smooth as silk
just like the poets say
the waves slap quietly
like a dog’s tongue
at a water bowl
and you turn to me
your hair sticking up
in a sea water mess
mama I love you
the most of the life
times a thousand moons
and I will my busy brain
to stop everything
and etch this moment
into whatever place is made
for things that need
to live inside me
forever.