He woke and slipped the sheets
leaving her to her rest and dreams
he paused
to watch her
often he told her that his days
were always beautiful no matter because the first thing he saw every morning
was her
he enjoyed her
how she sucked at her
lips fluttered her eyes beneath her
eyelids sometimes screwing up her face
like a newborn babes without the words to say what disturbed her
lost inside whatever she dreamt
he felt a flower unfurling inside
him
and when it was bright dew-speckled
fully blossomed
he stole silently out of their
bedroom
the hall was dark
slightly
lighted by a patch of burgeoning dawn drifting through the open bathroom window
and door off the hall
onto its wall
turning into the doorway he felt a
wash of fresh air across his face chest shoulders belly and loin
the birds were beginning to
harass each other moist melodious
assaults and artful flutters
he crossed the cold tiled
floor leaned his elbow at the window
sill and breathed deeply
after her
this moment of peace
would be
what he would miss most when he died
they were the right
atrium and ventricle and the lefts to his beating heart
warming his
blood
filling him to perfection
he was a fortunate man
as he stood in the fresh air he
heard a small aircraft pass overhead
to his
left beyond a row of treetops at the edge of the hillock where the house stood
he could hear the distant highway traffic
it was early so it was tolerable
and standing there listening to
what he endured his whole life
he
wondered about the time before
before the machinery and belching madness before everything became anthropocentric
to benefit his miserable
God-infected-and-fraught species
it must have been splendid
the planet blue garden
green
young mountains shallow seas
it must have been gorgeous
if he could transport himself hed
go shed go
despite abandoning the
other
love never became a ghost
there was a ripple in the current
through the window screen
the days colour outside changed
he blinked to reorient
himself confirming the subtle odd orange
tint and brilliant rose edges
Magnificent
he wanted to show her
but the window fell up and away
from him
physics jumbled
the
tiled floor hot impressed his back
Ah he said
young mountains
he didnt hear her calling for
him
she
had to find him
despite her tears
among her tears
she
saw as he often told her to see
it was a beautiful day
1435, Twosday,
31 3. 15
1854, Day-Between-Two-Ts, 1 4. 15
