Caught in the late evening light that fell like a blanket
onto the gray stained floor,
an ordinary man sat down
in an ordinary place,
and he had no intention of taking the stairs down
where the light was too short to spread.
“My feet will be cold down there” he thought.
“I prefer the sun” El Sol. Luz Suave.
So this ordinary man sat down.
And eventually, he decided to lie down,
stare at the ceiling, and watch the evening light change,
watch the white wall turn soft shades of persimmon
and papaya. “I’ll grab this light,” he said,
“and remember this moment”
when all the forces of time and place
came together and offered him a little bit of sunshine.