The Desk

The desk.
  There was a desk
  and I was sitting in it.

It was old-style,
  desk and chair all-one,
  a basin under the desktop.

All white,
  no floor or sky,
  just the desk and me.

Desktop raised,
  swirling dark vapor,
  wonderous mystery alive.

Nascent promise.
  Spirit awaiting expression.
  Creation from intention and release.