Wednesday, July 01, 2009

The Slightest

The slightest chance of things working out
was enough for her to jump from her bed
Enthusiastically getting up and having things done
Pillows set, and on the shelf books she never read
Just for the slightest chance of being fulfilled
Like the glass of milk from the morning after
but not as white or as cold
Something like the children playing outside,
but not seeking for what to hide
Just surfacing what is hidden instead.
Perfectly fitting, the glass of milk on the shelf
by the books never read out loud
Enough for her to jump from her bed,
and to happily agree things are right,
working out.


Brian McLawren said...

there's something here.

Masked Paladin said...

I think you should fall in love.