2nd Movement of the Odyssey
So she pulled open the curtains, thrusting morning in his face
He closed his eyes harder, clearly at odds with the world
over what time it was.
“See? You’re wrong,” she said, contemplating this new day.
With a voice like gravel, he grumbled out his reply,
“Why? What do you see?”
There was silence as she considered this.
He could tell she was really thinking about her answer,
a weighing of options he thought too heady for this hour.
“Infinity,” she finally said. There was almost giddiness in her voice.
“Through all windows, I see only infinity.”
He merely grunted, and pulled the blankets over his face
But only so she wouldn’t see him smile.
Beautifully written!