He inhaled deep, exhaled slow. We
were alone, alas! The sun setting
the way it does every night, except
noticeably slow — calm; palpitatious
patterns of sunset hitting fragments
of dust gliding, glistening through the
air. I watched them — the minuscule
molecules. Oh! How tiny! — Otherwise
unseen! Yet, there, circling — evading
space around us, or perhaps us around
them, as if in their existence, maybe,
not small after all. And too, it is similar,
these drawn conclusions like drawn
curtains to light. However, simple, yet
kind of comical, that there I was in my
existence, nestled cuddled snuggled —
delightfully cozy. Evidently small too,
like them.
© A. Leigh
Thank you for all the love you gave.