We shared some silence once
together but apart
comfortable
Each to their own
but somehow as one
in mutual space and time
in separate minds
You reading
a turned page rustling at uncalculated intervals
Me writing
pencil scratching over paper unevenly without rhythm
Both stopping periodically
distracted by the call of the sun
by the need to doze
with upturned face
My head bobbing suddenly, erratically
in time to some mad
inner conductor of soft, beckoning dreams
a wilder grace 