Friday, August 20, 2010
Splash du Jour: Friday
It Was The World
Mornings I would wait for them.
I never knew it then, but I did, I waited.
They had a way of arriving. Of staying --
He'd read the paper or a book.
She'd bury herself in a Harpers or New Yorker.
-- of making me feel young.
Feigning a chore I would lean forward
just to hear some of their talk.
Refill his coffee, her tea, slowly, to catch more of it.
Those words between them like dew on grass,
A wayward blueberry on her lip once sat
and she smiled, unbeknownst. No napkin
but his finger, lifted it. Right then it was the world.
When his head bent slightly to the left,
so did mine, and I loved her too.
So, today, when the bell tinkled,
and I turned with two saucers in my hands
toward one man -- nothing more needed to be said.
c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010
Have a great Friday!