These things that matter

 I saw the corner of a room

in a photograph

distinctly bronze

(one of my most prized colors)

sheets of mica hang by the window 

old heavy dark metal Cuban kind fan

sits on the floor 

There is old glass 

teapots, one Japanese

the other graceful pale antler colored ceramic

Two sculptures

horizontal twigs and vertical metal

illuminated as if by crystal filtered sunlight

Yesterday I wanted to come home with a certain crystal 

a single garnet big as a loquat 

it would have gone onto a tray

in the corner with my pewter goblet

tarot wrapped in blue habotai silk

wand carved from desert willow

juniper scent candle poured into cement cup

These things that matter 

tell a small part of our story

one poem among many

remind us how we are different 

how we are alike 

The only photo I display of a person 

Robert stands in front of a sculpture in Big Sur

slightly larger than person sized of lovers in white marble

he holds his guitar 

built by Lester DeVoe

his elbow matches the curve of a knee

his head follows the line of an elbow

his knee opposite her knee

a step lower

the guitar repeats the lines of heads and shoulders above

in the right corner spikes of agave balance the curves that ascend vertically 

These things that matter 

in their certain ways

the garnet, from when I was a child

bedroom corner table covered with rocks 

there are garnets here now

necklace of faceted stones 

still, not the natural stone with its own facets 

deeply red like a translated heart 

you can hold in your hand

#NaPoWriMo