Sunlight

On the floor in my hallway Early spring sunlight on our faces We sit in shadowless conversation. Through the open door the daffodils nod acquaintance with translucent privet And the sweet smell of earth rises. You tell me about the time you sat in a room for a whole day Moving round to follow the sun As it lit each wall in turn. On reflection I think that the sun followed you And finally, at dusk Lay with its head on your lap As I do now.