I sit on my couch with an orange and brown throw;
The one knitted by my Mother
Watching an old documentary on TV
Something about Indians in the UK in the 60s
The sun comes in from the blinds
Glistens on the golden star on my plastic Christmas Tree(I haven’t taken it down yet)
And then reflects on the blue striped wall-paper;
The one I wanted to replace when I moved in here,
But in time got used to it –
And now in this moment became a part of my experience
Nothing more to this – Nothing to learn or gain wisdom from
Just a moment that I thought was worth recording