the Venetian slits—
a soft breeze
carrying
the morning light
Wilting flowers
in a placid vase
seeping in
the water—
their life-force
Silent Buddha
eyes half-closed
unperturbed by
the still room
Tick-tock
on the wall—
a shared heartbeat
ticking through
the things and me
Pictured life—
serene and calm
captured in a
frame of solitude