At Ease

How calm

it can be

in the in-between

this under place

dreams

not yet disfigured

by light

 

Sitting,

I like to lean against the window

catching soundbites and clips

of the fast forward around me

between half slumber

 

Sometimes,

a smile is extended

filling in the black and white

with colors that deepen

and voices that articulate

 

But mostly,

I shut my eyes

on the ringed fingers and strollers

and her head falling on his shoulder

 

welcoming the screech of wheels

as they trace this worn map

my body knows so well

 

A mind can rest here