A Thousand Times

I've walked into this

Room

And never noticed the curve

Of this chair

Or the grain on this shelf

That courses around the knot

That once was a

Dignified branch

I've never seen the pattern

In this throw

That someone painstakingly

Finessed

Or the bronze column

Of this lamp

And its steadfast shadow

The ordinary wonder

Of a carved table leg

Or a graph

Of books

Tiny voices

I've never heard

Calling me out of

Myself