There we were to see the sights together

tuned to the Abbey gardens, ancient wall 

in bits, resting a while for photographs

on a timeless stage our holding of hands.

And then thrilled by the violence of the rain

finding shelter in the Abbey gatehouse

among others fastened in the shadows 

poor petitioners amazed where a light 

tread of monks and pilgrims has smoothed the steps.

In common we all had taken cover

in common emerged on safety 

but we two lingering longer, closer

for, did I not say? How could I express?

Magic was sweetening, animating, that day.