Sunday Snippet

... because I always begin with paper ...

Surreal Relationship

Paper lay before me;
turned it lazily in my head
this way and that,
but there was nothing there
except the interest of
- nothing.

No thing but paper
softly resting its hard edges on the table's,
mirroring those hard edges
and the space between them; divisible.

Both, in being there, accentuating
the other's presence;
table building paper
to a large expanse of nothing there,
but revealing minute pits in paper's surface;
denoting something.

Table receding to become a backdrop
for paper marking the size of table
in relation to itself;
a holding quality;
table holding paper holding thoughts.

Ann Sharples