Chilanga Sprinkles

A silence of a day not worked
A silence of autumn
Purer than the Holy Mother
So still
Even the dance of the leaves with the wind is muted
Clouds hang low and grey
Bringing the sweet sadness
Of happiness past
The refrigerator hums the melancholy
Anthem of your childhood
And unforgettable smells, tastes, and sounds
Poses your senses
You wallow in this intangible
Ocean of softness
Revisiting moments of kisses
And tender caresses
You sit snug on the sofa
Flipping through memories
Until the warm honey voice of
Prayers in the dark
Soothes you into restful sleep
Tucked in the fresh stiff linens that died in the sun
Only a bed away
From the old woman with
The bright caramel eyes and the white head