the bathroom window

It was a rare warm day in a very cold December
when we looked through the window.

and then there was

your hair, gold in the sun.

Your laughter spilling out like jewels from a cup,

your bodies, careening out into the air with abandon,
like they’d tumble out.

power lines
thick spider webs from our house to the alley,
connecting us to everything.

the sun
an old friend seen for the first time after a long time, bright and gently there.

me, wanting close my eyes so tight
and open them so wide all at once.

spider webs

spider webs

written october 2015, edited may 1st 2020

May 1, 2020 / writing / short