Here, Now

mid-morning light
through blinds

far-off machinery

stilled
concentrated

beyond windows’
unknown figures and lines –

still day
unborn

canal boats furrow
invisible
behind the house:

today’s other days
parallel
in the minds
of others
travel
varied and multiple
under the sun:

past the canal docks’
light-spray
of wet bridges –

green leaves
through windows’
partial openings –

transparent promises of light
under the canopy’s
damaged borders:

the wheel of seconds
turns me
to where I am

here, now,

light falling
solid
on stone:

there are plenty
of trees
in the city.