It's Still Life

To Feed

A man and a woman sit in chairs that through the passing of time have become his chair and her chair. The room is a warm beige colour, the name of which neither of them can recall, but it was a popular colour a few years ago. They both have the same colour hair, although he has less of it, but the woman would never say so. The man often rubs his fist into the small of his back, and the woman often does the same to her hip and rubs her knee that’s been tender for 12-years after she slid across the icy patio, landing in a position that gymnasts often perform. The man and the woman breathe the same air without realising that they’re sharing it, and they feed each other’s dreams without loss of appetite. She often thinks they should bottle whatever it is that glues them together.

Rolling mountain springs
Shiny rocks under water
They run deep and still

A haibun written for dVerse Poets “Bottle” and  Ragtag Daily Prompt “Feed”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.