I went downstairs
And into the bedroom
To get my laptop charger
Out of my bag

I didn’t know
I was walking into
A dance
Set to music—

The cold wind blew
Through the window
I opened last night
To stay cool

The red curtains wavered
And shafts of warm light
Shot through
The dark bedroom

It was the chill
Of the cool morning air
Crisp in my nostrils

The way the light
Came through the curtains
In the brief moments
They were blown open

The color of the light
Yellow
Coming through the red
Like gentle orange fire

And then darkness again
When the breeze subsided
And the curtains went back
To being shut

I stood there
In the doorway
And watched all the love
Being made without me

I guess I’ve gotten
This misconception
That things are only happening
When we’re around
To make them happen

But the wind and the light
Lost their egos
Long ago

They play
With
Or without
An audience

June 06, 2021 at 06:11AM