Writing Your Name On A Sunny Day

Writing Your Name On A Sunny Day




Sun covers my eyes
with warm hands. I simmer
in slow-baked charm.
The striped chair shadow
crosses the table, nestles elegantly
in the crook of my arm.
I write your name – there, like that.
My pen outlines you, defines you,
I draw a line under you,
a thin pen shadow.
This moment must end, I know.
Your name remains imprinted -
something I can touch later, and remember.

A version of this poem was published in Palo Alto Review as "Opportunity's Window" 1999