The Day of Body Language

I had just finished typing the last words of my brief

Disquisition on God's dark humor when you said

Hey mister put on a pair of pants at least and

Maybe a t-shirt the fancy pajamas just won't do

And that was so aptly you sister so stuck in the habit

Of thinking about things and now it appears to be

A door I stand before cherishing these reflections

But wait wait a while the door keeps murmuring
Eventually your knocks it says will be answered

Apparently I have reached the exact center

Of my life O fugitive particle of time furtive fleck

Gone quicker than a sidelong glance now
My body hums with these few words your fingers

Dance on a keyboard I can’t see can’t hear