Multifaceted Response

my plant drinks sun
running its arms
along the windowsill

and the old wooden dresser
with its partitioned drawers
holds the vestments of tomorrow

coffee stains
on my notebook
tell stories of the Tasman sea

yet my body folded in bed
still responds to the solicitation
of other

do not these things
respond to me as I
respond to them?

our worlds mesh
and still a reserved aspect
pirouettes in an impoverished duet

the filling banquet of presence
never leaves me
unaware

plant, dresser, notebook
dog, sunshine, cheese -
all only one facet of enough