Wall talks to wall. One has a clock, the other a window, the third a cupboard with bandages etcetera. The fourth a door that opens and closes a thousand times a day.
Chair is across from chair. Occasionally the one looking for care picks the wrong one to sit in, and there is a dance for two chairs and two people till the problem is sorted out.
Tile borders ceiling tile. There is nothing to look at, lying there, but ceiling, and after a while I begin to see faces, continents, games, riddles.
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This came out of a prompt provided by Rita Charon at her enlightening visit to Johns Hopkins in April, 2012.
Oh how I like this. Love how it starts out and just continues. Really well written. A zillion faves for this one from me. *
Thanks!
I had not read anything of yours before, but now I'll be looking out for more.