a Wednesday morning
when nothing much happens
only the ordinary
so expected it is nothing
exhaled like a breath
filling the air
that swallows you
as if you are air,
if there were room in this room
for something else
it might be the drop
of sun
dancing on the desk
like a firefly god
Stan Sanvel Rubin's poems have appeared in numerous US journals as well as in China, Canada, and Ireland. Four full-length collections include There. Here. (Lost Horse Press) and Hidden Sequel (Barrow Street Poetry Book Prize). Born in Phladelphia, he has lived on the north Olympic Peninsula of Washington state more than twenty years.