Not precisely in keeping with today’s prompt, but not exactly far off either. Just trying to relax and get back on track, for the moment.
Suspended between your lips – a whisper;
Behind the curtained window – a reflection,
A fleeting impression of the light on glass.
This time yesterday there was a doubt
Ahead of us, a possibility. The tile
Has been replaced since. I can sense
The rain coming at the temple;
A smell as of fresh ashes has broken in.
The room feels like a crematory,
With the plaster falling off
In uncanny imitation of endangered species.
The water is boiling over.