At Time Out

We are sitting outdoors
Just as the heat breaks
And a timid breeze begins
To move between us,
Avoiding as much as caressing.

Your mother is here too--
Her eyes smile questions,
Wait openly for answers,
And the answers break
Like the breeze
To end the heat.
It is night now:
The sun has been wrestled to sleep
His gaze satisfied for another day.

We have come here
For understanding. My
Foreign words need to become
Familiar. There should be
No misunderstanding
By the light of this moon, No:
I want the haze of suspicion
To float by in laughter,
Emptied into the darkness,
Trailed by the right words,
The proper meanings of words.

I want every question answered--
Not with reasons or defenses
But in the reality of beauty
Which is what this moon reveals
And what we believe is true.