To be minute and happy at the same time

you think inconvenient

like rain,

you walk,

you wait,

you crease a seam,

you wait more.

It’s a desire.

You imagine you must be cordial,

robust,

sometimes you must

walk upright along

the entire coast.

But without waiting for the sun,

the core of silence moves

ever forward.

Something new happens

for a sliver of light.