(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.