Fountain – a poem by Aisling Cruz

Fountain

In the night I see your shining 
eyes, and beyond their beauty 

a promise of Sabbath fit for the 
soul, an inexhaustible fountain 

tapping lightly on my shoulder 
until it soaks through every cell, 

an endless sea curling east as we 
converge upon the whitecaps, 

a happiness poured back 
and forth between friends.

Aisling Cruz is a Midwest-based poet and artist. Her work has recently appeared in Vessels of Light, Gotham Literature, and Oyster River Pages.