Suspended
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
Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2012
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