In my window

Less than a minute

In my window sat a flower

Hiding, behind her friends.

“We are not going to rush things, we have all the time in the world,” she said.

Then, “Did I move much?”

“I write for myself and my friends. I write to ease the passing of time,” I responded;

“No,” she said, “Jorge said that.”

“Rose,” I responded: “My life is very simple. I read a lot of books. I do not watch a lot of movies. Listen to a lot of music. Walk the dog 10,000 steps.”

Then, more:

“I slice stuff, then cook it; the night is not hard for me, because of dusk, and you.”

The Rose said: “Just keep watering me and get your teeth fixed so you can smile more.”

Inside, I smiled because gallimaufry no longer jumbled;

my sorrow had resisted time. My time has not resisted joy.

And it was enough.

©Philippe du Col, 2024