Simultaneity Poem by Julia Klimenova

I’m contemplating
Scratches on my laptop lid,
And the childhood scar on my hand,
And the wrinkles lining my face.

I’m listening to
Trickle from the leaking tap,
And the rain I danced in as a girl,
And the teardrops falling with a thud.

I’m smelling
Withered flowers’ sweet decay,
And the perfume that he used to like,
And the ashes of the letters burnt.

I’m thinking of
Self-sufficiency
And the weather forecast:
Sunshine.