An Interlude

Glowing

naked in the garden,

one into the other

its colours slipped –

yellow into white, 

green into the yellow.

And toying too

within that airspace, 

the contours of a shadow,

coming in and out of focus,

depending on the nature

of the light cast

in the long drawl

of a single minute's 

quiet strength.

Meanwhile –

the heart flutters,

staying there,

staying put.