Static Like Starfish

The sun is setting in this room full of pillows
Couches and blankets marshaled askew
The TV is silent
While the dishwasher sloshes out its melody
Static like starfish this room pretends a form
Creeping on tiny tendrils slower than sight
On days and weeks and years
A room frozen in motion

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Ethiopia Saluting the Colors”)