Poem: (not so) Still Life

(not so) Still Life

Still life. An ancient iron. Linens.
Sunlight through the window.

There is a story in it. There always is.
The placement. The preparation.

The work, paused.
The peace between disruption and disturbing,

A moment to savor. To capture.
before every thing changes, dies, grows.

That’s it. That’s all. Stillness happens in moments,
In between life itself.

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