Afternoon Calm

Waiting for you I begin to watch The curtains Billowing in the living room window Breeze coming in From a blue glass sea. The curtains move in and move out Mesmerizing in their simplicity And I begin to see A river curling its Way through the silken design Taking me to a place Of old Victorian houses With grand wooden porches Painted white And colored shutters Identifying each owner. You come back With an easy smile And together, Wine glasses in hand, We sit back Challenging the sun to warm our tired feet Ignoring an errant breeze rippling the pages of a book Meant to be read another day. There is no need for us to talk We’ve been on this peaceful journey before Taking in the stillness Inhaling the salt fragrance of the sea Everything is perfect In this place Where the breeze Blows in And curtains quietly billow in And billow out Keeping their own rhythm On a Sunday afternoon.