. the little front bedroom .

cracked window looks at clouds, the mountain.

ledge, dead moths stretched out in

all their softness, stunned by light.

sewn curtains stir memories, indicate

a private place to weave and mend

a dream.

here are the items, the installations,

here are the photographs i take

each day. here are the worries

placed in the cupboard, with notes,

for you to read.