We are. In this between warm bellies
and harsh alarms, a shower cat
and parked cars, possible rain and clear stars.
We are. But we had to leave it to find the latter.
We are. Each morning jazz and traffic alerts,
running until our back hurts. We are.
There were charged phones and computer
screens, lights showing the props between.
We are. Just another day in all of its many ways.
We are. I wonder if they could even notice?
We are. The wind through trees blowing.
We are. See the time steadfastly going.