Rainy day
writing
sipping coffee
cat napping
lying here
it feels so real
in sheets of linen
holding him closer
for just a moment more –
then,
cooking, washing, folding
listening to Tiny Dancer
blue jean baby
oh, the piano
softly, slowly
leaning in for kisses
turning back
she just laughs
tap tapping the keys
tickling the words,
the words
into blank spaces
where everything is
and everything isn’t –
She remembers herself,
the self from long ago,
dancing in the sand
(you must have seen her)
so young
with her pirate smile
and her pretty eyes
and,
him,
he was young too,
just looking on,
at the sea, the sea
it whispers
softly, slowly,
Only she (and he)
can hear it now
just hold him closer
Oh,
so mellow is
the cadence of the rain,
just like the waves of yesterday,
they are a wet and dusky gray,
the beautiful gray,
of a not so
busy day, today,
just lying here
with the words
oh, the words she knows,
the tune she hums
Looking back,
softly, slowly
it’s always just a Sunday
a pure and peaceful
Sunday
come and gone