Just groovin' on a Sunday afternoon <br />no cares or troubles to interrupt <br />the chords that heavens' music struck, <br />just groovin' whilst all around <br />moves to that universal sound; <br />as trees' roots stretch beneath my feet <br />a caterpillar worms its beat, <br />sunlight dances through windows nets <br />to light the dust as it looks for rest. <br />A cup and spoon as cymbals strike, <br />the tea pours down unseen strings <br />that sound like uplucked violins. <br />A knife meets plates skin <br />and drums a sound deep within. <br />A bee flies past and hangs in air <br />just to see what sweetness <br />he might find there. <br />I pick up the cup and sip <br />and on its returning <br />to the saucers patient safe embrace, <br />a biscuit crumbles <br />and there reveals Your face.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-afternoon/
