Underneath
A Poem
Most days, I would rather stay
underneath my covers
and in the warm glow
of errant sunlight strands
that invade my bedroom
like a welcome visitor
It’s underneath the bridge
that I can look up and
understand construction
as a foundational landscape
for time, space, and motion
as the world goes ‘round
Underneath the umbrella
is where I can part-soak
because it never fully covers
the embodiment of me
from the singular raindrops
that pour themselves down
Sometimes, I still wish
that I was underneath you
as you lay atop me
like a warm blanket
on a cool Fall day
with the breeze upon us
The reason I like being
in this position so much
is because I don’t want
to stand above everyone
and get idly noticed
like an hourglass
© Jonathan Greene 2024
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