open page

open page

A faint shift moves along the skirting,
lifting a thread of dust into a slow turn
before letting it fall back into place.

The table grain keeps its line
as light settles across it,
steady in how it meets each ridge.

Near the windowframe,
air shifts a single curl of curtain,
in a withdrawing sway
a little inward for balance.

The chair beside me adjusts by a fraction,
its weight finding the floorboards
with a sighing that feels familiar.

I sit inside this arrangement,
matching the posture the space has chosen,
drawn into a sketchbook's open page.

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