The world looks different from the floor
I lay cushions at the hearth
The first real fire of the season
The itching heat better than caffeine
Almost
I’ve gone through the last two years of pictures
In this past week, twice over
From Austin balconies and in-office selfies
To this condo, empty of my things
To me in this spot, in front of the fire
A book in my hand or a cat in my lap
Dozens of throwaway selfies
Like the dozens of throwaway poems
That string together my story
The world looks bigger from the floor
The ceiling higher, the windows wider
My choices somehow more infinite
Outside I watch the golden leaves
Turn into shadows against an inky sky
Soon I will see nothing but my own reflection
My home lit up like a stage
In this quiet corner of the world
But the world looks bigger here
With Love,
Natalie