With the Lamp Turned Low

I sit near the window that looks out upon the yard and the trees beyond.

I sit here calm and determined to see what is left of the day into darkness.

In one hand I hold a book which I have read often,
one which gives me comfort just to hold.

In the other I hold my glasses which at times look as if they belong to someone else.

How easily this room takes to darkness.

• from The Empty Mirror