Aloof, in the wings
Wait for energy
To burst forth
Thus conserving
What you’d not
Aback again
While you watch
The scurry


Open Window

Hard to focus on the words
when he sits with potential
just over his shoulder
spilling across the rug like marbles.

Distracted by all that might
occur behind this backdrop.
A change of scene might possibly
firm his blurred edges to bold.

Suggestions of movement
from the next shadowed room
softened by fabrics and screens
set my mind to motion.

More fascinated with the hidden
than, the fuzzy fellow seated.
Lacking an anchor from his lips
I’m drifting to beyond.