Trivial

from borrowed sheets
you watch the stripes of light
and light’s retreat
slide slatted ’cross the fan blades,
the unexpected billow of a curtain.
all the aching voices quit their moans.

a wilting clover bargains on the doorstep.
the ceaseless water runs beneath the bridge.
a pebble shaped like Earth lies snug
in a child’s eager palm,
while under her feet
the mammoth world is turning fast enough.