Speed of Light
Seven o'clock, lying on the carpet
Gazing at the ceiling scroll-work
Time idles by in syrup slowness
And the world catapults around the sun.
Shadows fade, to pastel shadings
Softening the sharpened sunlight
As it cascades angularly
Through the open window.
The breeze plucks a silent tune
On the billowing curtains
The air breathes the warmpth of companionship.
And I am not alone on the luxurios floor.
A cat stretched out in the daylight
And the universe seems right.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
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