he looked up from his book
and drifted far away –
for a bit –
his free hand
holding up his head.
If he was a picture,
the caption would have read:
the thinker . . .
thinks again . . .
thinks some more . . .
until –
book-ended by his thoughts –
he set the text aside
and we sat, in muffled notes
of my half-hums against the silence –
lost, pleasantly, in the clouds –
waiting.
He straightened, then,
and gave my knee a pat.
That was the sign –
he was back.
photo: together and apart in clouds - W. Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
I can see this moment perfectly. I half expected him to doze off! I really enjoyed the easy, head-in-the-clouds feeling of this...felt like I could float away myself...as I have a tendency to do.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jennifer. You capture moments with fantastic poetry, I have to say.
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