Capture
The
room in the corner
smells
of fresh coffee and old books,meticulously organized, yet surprisingly dusty.
The
window at the end has no discernible view,
yet
it’s where she stands to gather her inspiration.
The
blinds hang crooked; the window is cracked.
The
vent in the ceiling has been stuck since the 70s, and the stains in the carpet have been present for decades.
An
ancient Underwood graces the far corner,
while
a modern Dell sits on the desk near the wall.
In
summer, the room is suffocating; in winter, near-freezing.
But
regardless of season, she’s most often foundsitting on the floor, cross-legged, pen and paper in hand,
capturing
the moments as they’re caught by the tail,
then
expertly committed to a wide-ruled notebook,
thus
preventing their escape through the cracks that linger
between
the crispness of an onionskin page, and the sleekness of a liquid crystal display screen.
~~~
First published in Leaves of Ink
November 23, 2014
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