focus in wandering

We had the afternoon.

All morning,
I had been working.
He had been planning
the menu
for next month.
Everything focused
on goal.

We left the house
and entered
the moment.

A wet
windy
cold
moment,
but there
nevertheless.

Discovery Park.
we found the tree
under which
we will be married.

We smiled and linked arms.

And then we
drove
to the Market.

We go,
at least
once a week,
but always with
something specific
to buy.

Yesterday,
we wandered
meandered
wondered
where to go next.

I looked up
and saw him
looking intently
not angry
just focused.

I had to take his picture.