Your picture is so pretty, perfectly
composed. Books of hershey leather,
a yellowed journal and succulent.
I cannot tell, in your saucer, whether
coffee or tea. Morning has found them
on the porcelain flat of your desk
enacting a scene like a museum exhibit,
decorated for observation, set-dressed.
From the easel of your phone it
reminds me of the old Chinese masters,
their silent mountains, their bird-and-flowers.
Removing oneself to find what one is after.
If you want to know the motion of things
you must be still. And if you want to know
how your own thoughts move from one
to the next, you capture stillness in a photo.
Artwork – Guo Xi – Clearing Autumn Skies Over Mountains and Valleys (1072)