What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
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