7 April 2006
You creamed the butter and juiced the lemon,
then went to the open window.
Slow traffic moved along the street below,
the Park Blocks flowed
past other brick buildings.
You leaned forward, looking
for that familiar profile.
In the distance someone was coming
and you strained to see,
but No, not quite, not yet.
And so you returned to the lemon cake,
mixing from memory, baking, waiting,
sounds drifting through the open window,
never more alive than in anticipation.
© 2006, Satya J. Gabriel