What My Eye Lights On

(another six things)

The big tub of honey on the bench

candied now, dull gold through the plastic;

a present from our neighbour Joseph

whose friend has a hive.

My little red hand torch

in case of a blackout.

The blue handle of my office scissors

sticking out past the surrounding pens

in the white mug on my desk —

the mug, with drawings around the sides:

a delicate peacock; rosebuds. 

A photo of my firstborn, graduating

in his black gown and mortar-board, 

holding a rolled white scroll.

(He still had his blonde hair then.)

Overlooking my laptop
a tiny, gold-painted statue of Bast.