on the kitchen floor
i am presented with the opportunity
the sunshine that falls on my legs.
the chores of the day must
as your immediate need
pins me down
to the moment.
with a coffeed mind and arm out of reach to skip it,
a melancholy song has me weeping,
that someday soon your skin so soft sometimes i can't feel it
the day was booked before i even woke up
i have been presented with the opportunity
to sit silent
and listen to your breaths,
to allow the warm laundry to go unfolded
for the moment.