Your face in the tea clouds
across the breakfast table
That is my joy in living
Your step on the staircase
As the evening’s beginning
That is my joy in living
Your snore under the duvet
relaxed and free from caring
That is my joy in living
togetherness
the pair of swifts
Their coordination held me,
always together, wingtip to wing, parallels and curves.
Then though
it was one swift and its shadow.
simonsalento 