I snatch a morning’s moment

“I snatch a minute before going to work. This comfortably cool morning. A wavy pattern on the rug, sunlight through the half-cocked Venetian blinds, and, before that, through the leafy branches of the trees.  The cobalt blue of the rug scintillates like the sea.

That image, built in a snatched moment, but not out of nothing. The image moves dialectically through the causes. An image builds up, complex but in the end, double, and asymmetrically so, the sun image coupled with the image of the sea. A hierarchy of sorts.

A meditation of sorts. And now I’m late for work.”

~Tom D'Evelyn