The Room It gave a certain comfort The unpretentious leather sofa, Seating two, small and dark Against the wall Across from it enough of sky To constitute a view, Portraits hung just so, Several artefacts suggesting simpler times, The doorway (more complex) And scattered everywhere The scraps: they festooned the room In disarray He checked the urge to gather them The way a banker bundled notes To fit the palm, and then the crisp rap Of the assembled edges on the desk before ... It was better this way, The words exposed, The window opened wide ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, 2014 published in Take Back Our Sky, ed. Nola Borrell, New Zealand Poetry Society, 2014 |