The Prey

Silence preys

She finds me when I am cooking

When I am turning a key

Lifting dry laundry 

And I am out of step

Dumbfounded again

This time while eyeing

the outdoor patio umbrella 

otherwise motionless

Parlaying with a wavering breeze

dunking side to side, up and down

A spinning top

massive yamaka merry go round

Now A five pointed star

bewitchingly alive when trailing

A grumbling stomach

breaks the silence

and I am back on line

What time is it?