"Nothing but the curtains' shiver..."

Nothing but the curtains' shiver

in a draft, - no other motion,

and this calm is interrupted

by the robin’s song outside.

Though the air is growing thicker

in the heat, beyond proportion,

still my breath is unobstructed

and my thoughts are clear and light.

Everything is bathed in gold, -

sunlight’s pouring in a torrent.

Downstairs – the child’s laughter

fills the kitchen, overflows…

And I’m certain that this world

is nothing like the one before it,

and the one that’s coming after,

I imagine, won’t come close.