Day 281 of 2026
“Stitched Between Two Desks”
Let the laptop be opened before the body wakes.
Let the headset cord find the hand like a rosary.
Let the coastline be crossed and not remembered.
Let the hotel lamp mistake itself for morning.
Let the call be answered before the room is named.
Let the napkin be folded by someone who is not us.
Let the chair remain empty, and call it a place kept.
Let the thread, not the hand, carry the day home.