There and Still Here

I am with the sky
and the nighttime sound
of leaves letting go

into the wind
and also
I am with you

beneath the stars
and the steady crash of sea
and the sweet smell of salty lumber

that warps across the deck
where our sleeping bags lie,
and the same half moon.  All of these nights

inside of this night,
so much starlight
from so many millions of years ago,

and where is the part of my brain
that still remembers
your smell?