From My Corner Seat

The Corner Table's Point Of View

My corner table sits
in this back niche, along
the path from door to arch,
from back hall to the next
room, looking to the front
door, seen around the jamb
another arch provides.

I sit and write, allow
distractions here and there -
a customer's approach,
a man and his computer
across the room, the pair
departing, smiles and frowns,
the sway of hips and swish

of skirts, a water splash,
a bit of voice, a lush
of quiet, conversation
and radiio beyond
my sight. This is a place
of watching worlds go by,
the worlds that barely notice.