From the open terrace door sunlight splashed onto the floor,
so hard that dust arose whirled around a bit
and settled more or less whence arisen.
The light didn’t reach the inner room
where it was semi dark
and a man, on a sofa,
fully dressed except for shoes awoke.
When he got up and closed the door,
dust did its ritual closed eyed dance,
unseen but for a cat, curled up on a chair,
watching damp footprints.
The man, back on his sofa,
lit a cigarette looked for an ashtray didn’t see one
and used an empty teacup instead.
Inhaled greedily stared at nothing,
rubbed his feet together!
yawned, crushed the butt into the cup,
lay back tried to sleep,
but that wasn’t easy,
‘cause a restive silence buzzed in his head.