for Linnea
Everything stops
takes notice
the walls
around us
open their
eyes, watch
us with gentle
glances that
bathe
the room
in the light
of lost loves
that only
they remember
even
the floor
sits up
the cat
tumbling to
the other side
of the room.
The trees
outside our
window lean
in to watch,
their branches
laying green
gifts on
the window
ledge. Even
the clock
on the wall
has stopped
counting
while two
mice watch
from their
door
The windows
that were just
looking out,
turn in.
the panes
warp to get
a better
view – bend
sunlight into
swirling smiles
on the ceiling
that now too
has bent
down right
over our
bed – the
upstairs
neighbor
on her
tip toes
frustrated
unable to
reach
her hat.
What a beautiful description of how all morphs when the act of love performed.