A still life, of gleaming glasses –
neatly squared notebooks and stripey pink
pencils – smooth table and immaculate
It’s dead but alive
and I’m still…
It’s the same but I’m different:
It’s different, but it’s the same.
Harsh breath, squeaky rubbing – give it a
Find the symmetry, set the table –
give it a tweak
let’s rearrange it.
When did I forget?
The familiar process,
mind in motion and
living through the motion –
but never letting the table
Still, it’s still – soulless comforts,
brand new, but the same.
An echo chamber of
interested – interesting?
Of course, I’ll fetch you more water.
Standing, sitting – the table has
Stroking the cushioned chair
breathe a breath –
it briefly returned.