It is about the clouds
For they lighten
Or darken my mood
It is about the colours
And the fabrics
Of the cushions
Not so much
What I made of it
Or what I make of it
Rather the elegance
And the craft
Of other’s handiwork
I bring the observation
One person
Who sits to watch on
Happy
For the stillness
And the space
Between me
And the objects
Of objectivity
Whose wide variations
Ask of me
My many questions
