On the floor in my hallway

Early spring sunlight on our faces

We sit in shadowless conversation.


Through the open door the daffodils nod acquaintance with translucent privet

And the sweet smell of earth rises.


You tell me about the time you sat in a room for a whole day

Moving round to follow the sun

As it lit each wall in turn.


On reflection

I think that the sun followed you

And finally, at dusk

Lay with its head on your lap

As I do now.