i feel myself
(there
between each heartbeat
and deep intake
of breath)
just before it’s time
for bed
when you draw
the curtains (tight)
before turning out
the lights.
or when you step
from the shower
(dripping
wet)
i can be found
between each thought
as they flow
like streams of liquid
night
bound one after next
in rapid succession
(waiting for
love) or waiting
for time
to bring along
a swift retrograde
as you take
on the day (once
again) emerging
into rays of golden
sunlight.
