the sun

just for a moment.

the sun creeps in 

through the window,

a growing warm spot splays out

over the rug. it beckons you here, 

for a moment. 

until that one moment becomes two 

and two becomes three. and

even though thoughts of work —

of time-laden responsibilities

and obligations —

cloud the mind, that warmth 

keeps you still, keeps you soaking

in that which you crave.

what was it that you were meant to do?

are you needed back at your desk?

maybe so. but what you need is 

also rest. to be cradled by 

the sun. cradled by comfort. 
and so you linger. just for a moment.