Written by: robert sciasci

I get to feel the light in the afternoon 
move across the carpet
the smell of it making its way over
to a future somewhere near the couch

like a cat I waited 
by the window blinking
each one of us could listen 
could hear the day crossing 

sometimes, the best times
I get to sit still, and listen

suspended silently 
between two great mysteries
watching in a slower field of vision
you blurring into a great series 
of passing silent afternoons