Find me an afternoon

That teeters on the edge of warmth

The type of day where cold feet and old cats

Search for sunspots on the carpet

Where heat grows only

From stillness and patience.

In these hours, you’ll find me

In a windless nook of the woods,

Sunlit, letting my cotton t-shirt shoulders

Launder and bake into reptilian comfort.

I’ll stand in this clearing, unmoving,

Until the shadows angle

Or the breeze

Shows me another window.