On Taking Risks

there’s a dark patch of land along the river,
among bamboo shoots, this shade,
found by a path into these shallow woods
and there you led me.

the moment was brief and casual,
and we hid it away like others before,
I remember a breeze and you in wading boots,
an unusually delightful February day.

now I could bring up sandwiches and scrabble,
but that would be missing the point,
for at Westport, in the bamboo, at that moment,
for a moment, we stood together, brave together,
hidden in our shade.