A reflection written at 5 in the afternoon

Too much to fit into a reflection.  Too much to separate out.  I will start again tomorrow... earlier.  Much earlier.

A reflection written

At 5 in the afternoon

Bears no comparison

To those written

With a hot cup of coffee

In hand,

The sun sliding golden

On the living room carpet.

A reflection written now

Carries almost the whole of the day

Within it

Worded

Or not.

The sun slants

Toward evening

At the back of the house.

The conversations of the day

Include the easy and the hard

And a whole lot

Of things

Which defy

Any category.       

They remain to be seen,

Remain to be understood

Heck

Some even remain

Just outside my hearing.

La la la

I sing,

My hands over my ears.

I have enough to consider

For now.