Another day with the sun in the sky, and the earth turning round it
Light easing through the slatted blinds
Neighbours’ voices floating in
Cars slipping by
Purple bendy straw in my glass, shifting in the fan’s air
The world cannot be any other way
My bedroom, sanctuary
Of old, beloved things
Seen from the same angle
Dependable, year after year
Beneath the patina of familiar finger grease
New perspectives lurking
Give it a shine with a sideways glance
Spread by the steady cloth of attention
And see the change that ripples up
The world cannot be any other way
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