A courtyard

The sun shifted faster than expected today. 

These hours disappear into nothing again and again

To spend your time waiting, talking to yourself under breaths

It blurs together and drains everything else

I'm standing in a courtyard, under the windows of my friends

Finding smooth small rocks to toss above, clicking

Tinkling, sometimes bringing them to a sill

But never down to the shady grass, never here to me

So I sit, trying not to think too deeply, picking at weeds

Perhaps instead I could tend to this garden

This small circular clearing, attempting to grow wild by itself

I could push back the leaves of the lilac trees and let the seedlings beneath turn their faces to the sun

Finally able to push higher than the sharp blades surrounding

Purple flowers, fragrant and light, falling like rain

This place isn't so bad like this, quiet

I guess I won’t need the larger, jagged rocks

Broken glass gets attention but hardly achieves 

Besides, I need to be aware of my surroundings

The smell of this earth and the breezy chill are magical

And the powder blue above my head hypnotic

Emptying my pockets, I rest my eyes instead, these last seconds of a day.