Day 283 of 2025
“Light Through Stillness, Waiting”
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INVENTORY OF THE DESK AT 3:47 PM
One list, seven items, none crossed through.
One pen uncapped since morning.
One shadow moving clockwise across the grain.
One chair, warm, recently vacated by someone
who stood up too fast.
One calendar with a name in it
that no longer means Tuesday.
One window doing all the work
of being alive in this room.
One body, elsewhere, trying to come back
to the version of itself
that finishes things.