A Gift
Outside, in the slow heat. The sky is featureless blue-white. Things are more silent than not. Static. I am tired but not tired enough, just yet.
Sorrow was pressing down, quiet and bleak. Too familiar. Past the point of commenting on. I was going to finish my beer and go lights out. A too familiar response there, as well.
Then this flew by, out of the blue. Glided like a caress and stopped to pose:
What is love?