Found in the quiet places of my routine
Is the light that glows between the leaves
The soft glaze of warmth that seeps through the glass of
the windows that face the courtyard
The leaves left alone
To blow in the wind.
The sound of my jeans that rub together
When I walk around the room
And the static of my shirt as I pull down the sleeves
Fabrics, textures, softness explored
Wondering who made them,
A thought on design
We’re all designed to find beauty, to create
To be free to move as we please.
What has been taken away?
