Simple Clutter

This, This…Whenever it is dark in the houseI turn on a small light for comforta small light in the kitchenover the sink.In winter when day fadesI pull a chair to a windowto read by the light of sunsetnews of a distant world,and light from the kitchencollects on the floor in dim puddles.It reminds me that we are poor.It reminds me of my mothercutting sprouts from potatoes,how she would call when I complained"Come. Look!" water pouring from the tap"Look, this we have in abundance."