Meditation on Interior Rue Iyenes

What do I see
when entering a room?

Shafts of light on the newsprint,
the dresser in the shadows,
the pot of coffee
on the table.
A tray with three cups.

It is still,
but a breeze
ruffles the napkin

It is morning,
and the book
I will pull off the shelf
leans to the right

I am temporary.
The phone is ringing.

Etchings by Erik Desmazieres
Jepson Center
2:21 pm
Friday, 17 July 2009