blinking illusions

Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. –Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the ShoreMore

Outside This Room

I know that outside this roomsomething gives signs of life,something twitches or boundsand could join my legs jumpingbeneath the desk, seer legs.I know but don’t leave the roominstead I make the roomsmaller and smaller, shrinkingits proportions to a pointsomehow I still fit inside.I still look outside the room,my microscopic room,to the vastness out therethe trees…More