Still Life
Eric Bonholtzer
Its beauty is in its austerity
A room cool and vacant
One part indistinguishable
From the next
Flat ground marks a path
Around a circle meditation
Calm sought for
a room of light and beauty
Out a window that ocean
Of tranquil waves like thoughts
As I too watch
From that window, looking in
I can see myself
Through a frame of the mind
In this room as
my thoughts become clear
