Saturday, April 17, 2010

three

You roll
and you wiggle
You press
and you stretch
It's magic
and it's wonder
Leaves me feeling
quite blessed.

A quiet Sunday morning
she finds the sunny spot on the floor
to warm up after the bath tub
and she speaks of the day before.


time smiles.
time laughs.
time reveals the
unknown
as minutes slowly pass.
most days you are
fortunate.
your guesses, turn out right.
But I get that sinking feeling,
sometimes late at night.