Always found between the lines
it is a slip stream of consciousness.
It sneaks into a home
while everyone else leaves for work.
It is a witness much different
from the usual silent witness.
It is the only one not to miss
the beautiful sunrises and sunsets
and everything in between.
It makes complete sense by itself.
It’s that distant feeling I get
when I write my answers in the present
to the questions of future.