2006/stare

I have to have
a lot of time
to stare, at
whatever is
in front of
my eyes.
Just now the
cluster of crumbs
where the fan plugs
into the extension
cord.
Patches of light
beneath the curtain,
the way the morning
light has fallen
to the lower fourth
of the French doors.
It’s all important
the teachers of
intuition say,
what catches your
attention.
It all has meaning.
Realizing how I
feel,
the sun nearly
at its zenith
as I am nearing
sixty.

9/8/06