like clockwork


the sun shines through the picture window
every afternoon
traveling with the shadow of the oak tree

my dog basked in the sunbeam
every afternoon
on the sofa
undetected by house rules

i shared space with the sunbeam
every afternoon
on the piano
practicing Joplin and Chopin

my dad lounged in the sunbeam
every afternoon
on the floor
legs outstretched, magazines in hand

my mom read in the sunbeam
every afternoon
in the chair
turning pages in a best seller

now, the dust mocks the daylight
every afternoon
as the sunbeam comes calling
but no one is home