It's the way curtains hang
Exactly
It's the way the rug is curling at the corners and waving through the floor
Exactly
It's the way the light hangs out around the edges of the door frame
The marbling shadows on the plain cream wall
infinite shades, infinite ways
It's the way the dining room light reflects in the kitchen window
And the budless rose bush sits still on the patio wall

Its the way in the tipped over watering can
Poised
Right there
Alert and aware
It's the sound of feet sticking to the kitchen floor
None of this has happened before
Its the way the doorbell rings
And the thousand flashes of the TV screen
It's the way the grain in the ceiling goes on and on and on
It's the way of the sound deep inside the tap's drip
The way of this clink of plates
The cupboard shutting,
just like this
The rocking chair
Just sitting there
Detail of light everywhere
All this one thing.
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