Your seat, this home from home
full of soft light,
of slanting shadows.
This tiny corner of a spinning planet,
this space in which you find me, draw me,
sit me down, make me still,
create a cord of love and silence stretched between us
taut as the string of a can telephone
down which words travel.
Here am I, still for one moment, held,
transfixed, transfigured in your heart all full
of slanting shadows
and soft words, this quiet corner
that is the center of the spinning world.