On Sundays...

Mom tracks my location.
When I arrive, there's a glass of water and a cup of SPILL tea waiting for me.

The conversations take a familiar direction.
Almost script-like.
I listen more than anything.
Because there's nothing like the live performance.

And when the inevitable quiet spaces start cropping up...
...I don't make any attempt to fill them.

I embrace them.

And let the gravity of life sink in.
Whether the words are spoken or not.

I feel it...
...and I think they do too.