Sometimes on a warm day
or a cold day too, when I look out
the very same bedroom window
I’ve looked out of for fifty years
(fifty years!) I think about how
fast time is, and slow, and how
suddenly it’s Sunday after 5.
On this day, ordinary enough, Ahava
woke up and said, “I wish I
could go back to sleep,” and then
she did, some days I think about how
little it takes to make me happy. Just that.
Thank you for sharing this poetic moment with us. Loved it.