Simple Quietude

You can feed me

crusty bread,

garlic olives

and tuna salad

and I will be fulfilled,

lounging in the armchair

by the balcony door,

illuminated by the last rays of day

skin sleek, scented with lotion,

flip flop dangling

book in hand

as I glimpse the light

in your eyes.

Sipping tea

you smile,

content in the shadows

of the balcony wall,

puzzling over the crossword

from last week’s newspaper.

Becalmed

in light and shade,

we sit in simple quietude

in the hour before umbra

at Los Gigantos.