I was looking at the sky; such...
a kind of wet, cool and smooth morning
with movement inside/out, with understanding
sometimes sun shining on my legs, arms
and my face; eyes catching the light
even closed, yet opened
then walked through concrete, stone and glass
between life going on
days of our own to be shared honestly
I found myself at night
with a spoon in my pocket
walking back home with
the night breeze and
uncolored steps of the stairs
thinking about a touch
just to make me sleep