light & shadow
Of the light in my room:
Its mood swings,
Dark-morning glooms,
Summer ecstasies.
Spider on the wall,
Lamp burning late,
Shoes left by the bed,
I’m your humble scribe.
Dust balls, simple souls
Conferring in the corner.
The pearl earring she lost,
Still to be found.
Silence of falling snow,
Night vanishing without trace,
Only to return.
I’m your humble scribe.
📝
Secret History by Charles Simic
Sleep hangs in soft evening light
in the corners of the room –
like an old pair of favorite pants,
slightly baggy,
immensely comfortable,
a few worn-thru patches of natural ventilation.
Soft, favorite, go-to pants
for days off.
Those ones always ready to take you anywhere in comfort,
on a day where you are
not trying to impress anybody –
just need to be the real you.
Stripped of pretense.
A day where dreams can change your living,
and love songs can overflow inside
from start to finish.
You eat dinner with friends.
Savoring moments.
Hoping this day of summer
will linger long
like honey on your fingers
after the toast is gone.
Sweet and sticky,
clinging to everything.
Extra goodness
for the tongues finding.
Shadows fall.
The day drops it’s load
and lets go.
Relaxing into nothingness,
eyes begin to see
the spaces between worlds.
Beauty fills the air,
waiting for me.
In the quiet of the night,
I lie alone,
yet not…
I am loved.
Aware, as I float away,
just how magical
a moment can be.
🖋
AL
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