Slow down column: poetry to contemplate without hurry

Colors of the afternoon

Between a breath and a sigh
A smile and a sob
An exit and a meeting
A joy and a longing
A door and a yard

It’s how I love to be . . .
an almost-truth

Perhaps I speak not only of me
but also of you

It is right and I know
It will never be late

Adriana Prates