ten minutes sunday morning

he sits on the couch
facing the west window
the parisian winter comes to an end
remember to put out seeds for the birds
he is relaxed after a morning of letters
sipping expensive chinese white tea
from a special porcelain bowl
blue silk dressing gown, shower later
a gold-set emerald in his ear
salt and pepper beard needs trimming
will do before lunch with friends
cinema afterwards

the telephone rings
long distance love
instant smiles
waiting for news hasn't been too long
this time
unpredictable foreign telephones!
instant smiles as they speak of love
of holiday projects
of new ideas found here and there
occupying the weeks
until his return

the white tea cools now
his ardor has accelerated
and he sits with pen in hand
writing words of love this time
instead of dissatisfied impatience
waiting for simple dreams to come true





ten minutes sunday morning
19 march, 2006