Daydreams

Thought For The Day

Who pulls the strings 

that make us dance 

or 

lie  softly on the edge 

of sleep?

From my spot

under the staircase

I see you

walking back and forth in the kitchen

flour on your apron

strands of soft hair 

around your eyes 

focused fiercely 

on the crust 

for cherry pie.

©Herb Ratliff, July 27, 2012, All Rights Reserved