a picture window opening to the west
is curtained in the morning; from the outside
it´s a closed room. From the inside,
gloom. The sun collaborates,
west gray in shade.
Now I must ask you whether a leaf of sun
will gradually cast its tentative light within
or whether you will proceed across the floor
pull back the drapes and look into the day
as if you would renew it? From the outside
a scene of limitless shape, a chandelier
bathed in reflection, each corner
as if the furnished action had no fear
to act again.