In the sky a glimpse of blue
-suspended-. The back is speckled
by flashes of sun. On the bed
a wonder of light splinters.
In the air lingers a swinging note.
It sails. Indolent slows down
the mind, in partial thinking.
A hypothesis is the matter
and space in which I can float.
I still clasp the moment.
Soon the night will glow.