the View

I look across the view
Panoramic, and exquisite
it stretches for miles
Boundless – only for a pile of washing up
The sofa blocking my horizon.

In the distance, a figure lies sleeping
I find solace in his rhythmic breathing
There is peace
Ethereality breaking from a shaft of light
beaming from the bedside lamp
An electric heater clicks on full power
The radio is my birdsong.

Great mountains of laundry,
peaks of white
This landscape, so unlike any other
remains unmatched
For no other that I have ever seen
has captivated me so.

The green carpet stretches beyond
from room to room
worn thin, patchy
But still I am startled by the essence of this beauty
It is breathtaking.