I was nodding, smiling,
saying mmm hmmm
whenever she paused.
She went on. I nodded.
She went on. And on.
The sun came in the window
and reminded me of the way
you said that when you made
our bed this morning, later
than usual, you noticed
how our bed bathes in the sun
all day when we are not at home,
and how by night we sleep
in the accumulated light.
You know, she said.
Mmm hmm, I said. I know.
A perfect moment in inner time, caught in the flow of the outer world. Good job.
And the title is a gem.