“Look,” she says, “at the light
on the waves,” and no matter what else
has happened today,
there it is, the light, the light on the waves,
and for this moment it’s beauty enough
that the rest of the world
falls away, and I fall in love
with being alive
and with the light,
the light on the waves.
I like the wavy repetition of “the light, the light on the waves.” And once again, the title offers such a great twist into the poem.