Anchors

This is a memory of a day bright,
expansive, encompassing.

You and me frolicking
in the sea hugging,
in the waves bobbing,
back and forth, joy,
the sun beating down, everlasting.

My two anchors are on the beach;
constant, dependable, weathered.

This memory is aching
in this four walled time
of constraint, simplicity, repeating.

My anchors are across the sea
unreachable.

We each scour our four walls for joy, bright seeking.