Watching the Eleven O’clock News

Probably because I adore your simultaneous smile and comments on each news headline

It’s funny how I find myself trying to memorize

monotonous facts reported

Even the weatherman speaking on clouds moving west is scholarly

and information I want to write down

(For I think, that one cannot be sure when one will be walking west and walk into rain falling from a grey west sky two-blocks over)

I theorize that there must be something I find

when I see you

gazing through this pure simple space

            Or

It could simply just be you

being you

who is beautiful

wearing a simple blue long-sleeved shirt complimented

by

plain white sweat pants

You balance time and space perfectly

            while sitting on the far corner of the living room couch

Perhaps it is something inherent in the shade of blue that comprises your eyes

            that makes even these commercial break moments seem serene

            Or

Maybe you just bring some kind of inner-peace

            deep in my soul

With soft words you speak

            Although

I’m beginning to think all of these things

            are secondary in nature

Because

You are only half-of-a living room away

            resting gently beneath

A corner lampshade

whose light never before

                        shone for

A more interesting subject