Contemplating Life

Azimuths and parabolas hidden by the sparkle of sunrise
reflected in the dew on the toes beneath your long legs
when you step back onto the porch those perfect legs
are silhouetted for a moment within your white cotton skirt
you place the eggs you have gathered on the kitchen table
and though you ready to break our fast
your morning beauty has aroused a different hunger
one we thought we slaked last night
but while you were out contemplating breakfast
I was contemplating life