11/30/15: Winter Light

television

the color of old maps

thin tea

11/29/15: Taciturn

uncluttered air

saying so much less

than

not volume

but gravity—maw open

invitation

a pried open fist—

palm proffered to show

nothing’s there

piled there,

our altar of foodstuffs:

plenty

three times lit,

three times curtains flutter—

black house

in a room

in a sea—current turning

ever to walls