So many verticals, and 
How every object is a bar 
To thought, the table 
Not cleared away.

An emptied wineglass 
White windows reflect in 
Billowing like sails. 
Plate of the finished meal—

Knife; salt; the seated body 
Opposite suddenly adding up 
To two glass eyes 
In as many dimensions, depth

Just a change from large to small. 
Afternoon begins indirectly 
With brine burns of light 
From behind. Nothing can stop it.