The Sunlight on the Cluttered Desk

This spot of luxury
softest cushions
of her bills unpaid
magazines
and the warm
of the morning sun
moves me rest.
She wants to move me
but this is mine
my moment
and I am here
comfortable
unmoving
lying in the warm sun
of the afternoon.
The colors shift
and I am
in a far away place
coolness of the soft
surface below me
heat of the afternoon
places of mystery
under the couch or
the old screened-in porch.
But here I am still
one the window ledge
beside the desk of clutter
only rising with the
warmth of the early,
diminishing, evening sun.