An Observation

The Breughel winter sea which stares
At me, upstairs in my burled oak

Picture frame, inside my ivoried chair
On the nosy second floor,

Has its curling waves and, more,
Its incessant cozy splash and lap,

More than justified in its poker face,
Its steely boilerplate and whitecapped

Nonchalance: if I create its world
With my indifferent glance,

How well-equipped the rest of space
To imagine me, drifting in its sands?

February 3, 2025, Kaiholu