Simple Breakfast

   On the other side of the
window, trees rustle, ripples
   cross over the pool.    I feel
each movement, short stroke
or long.    All in remembrance
       of a morning’s crisp dawn.
   This planet revolves; gravity
holds us close.    A clock’s
second hand sweeps through
our time.    Together.
   Simple breakfast: eggs,
          toast and coffee.
   I raise my cup, gently blow
across the brim, as your lips
whisper direct intentions.
   Words connote action.
       Imperative moments last
   longer in a memory.
         Water bubbles surround
four-minute eggs; all the time
it took for you to say goodbye.

© 2022 j.g. lewis

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