Loiter Days Poem by Zyw Zywa

Brunch with colleagues
Work is for later
One has to do so much

.....One has to live slowly
.....with slow thoughts
.....loiter or snooze a bit
.....in soporific time

Anyway to bed on time
Not he, he stays up
The screen keeps him

.....I turn around again and look
.....ahead of me into the dark
.....not even at his back
.....What was that quarrel?

I am patient, very patient
also with myself, still
a good quality

.....I dream
.....that I toil through sucking silt
.....Inside the pillow hammers
.....the breath of underwater animals

I am lonely here