In the middle of a sunny
Chuck Taylor afternoon, I sit
in the space between work
and obligations, hoping
for time to read and write
and then the day descended –
closed in from all sides
like shrink wrap on a shiny toy
and I had only a moment
this moment
to write away the defeat
brief lines offering a chance
to slip away from suffocation
and slide back into sunshine
and the promise that this
is not the only afternoon
for me and my Chucks.
Peace,
Milton
