Time Slot

I could stand in the same spot all day

the sun never moving off the rectangle

it’s taken over on my ankle

I’d be found at day’s end

in the same place I’d started

our conversation taken up where it had ended

in between

goodby and hello

In the meantime an entire day

has sloshed patiently back and forth

lukewarm and soapy

smelling of overuse and triumphant decay