I like to watch you,
from the window,
saunter to the fence from where
you can watch the wind
perform in zigzags across the wheat
and sigh, exhale blue smoke
into the sky and listen
to the day fade away
into blackbirds fussing
and the cat stalking
from beneath the rose bush.
I like to watch as you
and nature become entwined
in the humidity of the afternoon;
with each exhale
your shoulders unravel,
as do mine,
because in this fleeting moment
of our everyday, everything
is forgiven and from five pm
onwards, we begin again.
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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