The moment

NaPoWriMo April 7

There was a moment on a beach
facing a wild ocean in early spring
the sea roaring as it smashed against breakwaters
frothy foam leaping for a white sun
a moment when love stood nearby
with a quiet voice 
that could be heard 
over any great wave, any mad
storm. And as the covelets
pulled sunlight across the sands
and over my flowered rain boots
love chuckled and I knew
I'd hear that chuckle by my bedside 
at the end of my life
because this was the moment
and I would live here for all time.