After Brunch

A wonderful Sunday brunch with friends. We were together in conversation and in good feelings, as warm as the day. It reminded me of this poem.

After Brunch

Everybody’s shadow

Is in another city

On a busy sidewalk

Or sheltered under trees

Everybody’s rhythm

Is in a child’s fingers

Or wrapped inside the motion

Of someone else’s shoes

And everybody’s soul

Wanders through a sky

Of Spanish moons and stars

In someone else’s dream.

Ken