Obtuse triangle of sunlight
captures the worktop corner
dull browns and murky beige
become golden illuminations
the dull veneer of fake stone
transformed into a corner of hope
With earths rotation the angle
changes and lightened marble
grows from sliver to wedge
interface of shadow and light creeps
towards me threatening to
burn me with a bright outlook
The static fallen bread grains
of yesterday’s sands of time
taunt me with there imperfection
I reach out with determination
and smite them from their
elevated existence rejoicing as they
fall to the shadowed tiles
where I know that a dyson fate
will devour then and I walk out the door.
Ciaran Burke
