The Visitor

Light enters the room like a visitor who knows the way home— angled through the window's ancient glass, it carries the dust of its journey: miles of sky, the scent of oak leaves.

The beam settles across the floor, a monument to nothing, yet everything trembles in its path. A coffee cup becomes a prism. Even the spider's web is news.

We learn to sit still in the presence of such knowledge, how the ordinary holds universes, how attention is a form of love we practice daily without knowing.