Sunny Afternoon

A flash of red across my eyelids-

Dancing stars when I press my palms down,

And silence, rushing past my ears,

Cut by the wind and the neighbours outside.

Then the church bells toll,

But I forget to count the chimes.

Is it four o’clock? Or five?

Under this small patch of sunlight,

I curl up as much as I can,

Thinking: it must be so nice,

In these moments, to be a dog or a cat.

Nothing to do but wait for dinner,

Or stalk some leaves outside,

Or just sunbathe for hours.

Shall I fall asleep,

Try to dream of chasing rabbits and digging holes?