age

I saw today
an older couple sitting on
a lakeside bench.
These two
(of more than middle age)
began
a small togethering
by touching hands
as if they were again
in courting days.
And I sensed then
from noting how
they sighed
and in a sleepy pleasure
closed their eyes
that suddenly
their tiring world,
weighed down by years,
and often felt as drained and dry,
was made for them,
and them alone,
renewed.