Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment
when, nothing
happens
no what-have-I-to-do-today-list
maybe half a moment
the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.
Photography credit: "Olivia Damask Curtain," by unknown photographer (originally color).
thank you writers
ReplyDeletea beautiful poem. I saw it on the subway in New York and wrote down her name.
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