The room suits me:
a sewing machine called Harmony
sandals called FAITH
afternoon sunlight through a sky light
a gray cat curled atop towels on the bed.
I feel safe.
I sit on the floor
head resting against sleeping cat
and draw fish
pairs, schools, loners
they swim in all directions…

I draw another fish and another
each fish a thought
no longer contained
as though their liberation onto paper
will render order out of chaos
will finally permit me to see…