I watched you this morning as you sat under the sun
savoring it’s warmth- your hands cupped your favorite mug.
A tongue pressed along the window, demanding an exit from the
air cooled world.
Your radiance grew as you grinned to the onlooker.
Making peace with your moments
“you don’t have to whisper” this or that.
A moments notice is how you live- as you drift
from task to tedious task.
I promise this is gold- all preparation for real life.
Summer nights seem to silence the idealist in you.
Ice cream truck jingles
water splashed on your forearm
your toes pushing rocks as you sit on your red chair.
The wind blew your short hair, you closed your eyes
and for a moment-
our eyes met, as your face reflected-
in your tea.