I sat in the sofa today,
A young puddle of thought
Mixed liberally with milk
And raisin bran,
My right hand barely feeling
The remote control
Resting against my fingers,
My eyes wandering to the play
Of wind in the tree by our porch
And missing the colorful play
Within the fishbowl of our television.

I sat in my jeans
Bare feet caressing the cool floor beneath
Wishing, idly.

Then you came in,
Hair like a twisted version of wind at sea,
And smiled to me.
The outside scene forgotten,
My wish briefly set aside,
I smile back
Realization
I am well blessed.

-- April 23, 2000

7 responses total.

Wow -- I think this's one of my favorites that you've done, julie.  nice.

awwww thanks, Julie hun.  I love the simple times when I think and 
smile about how I love you, too.

Ooh....I agree with Erinn here, this is one of your best -- the images in the
first stanza especially.  Very good.

one question:  in the next to last line, did you mean "realizing?"

(fwiw, I prefer "realization")

I'll print a copy of all this out.  Julie doesn't log on very much 
anymore as she's not a student.

true.  Thanks guys.

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