independent layers

smooth layers of rippled curtain
shook above the window sill
with velvet sparks of sunlight
upon every gust of wind;

in the living room, my book
turned a page without my
hand's assistance
and i smelled breakfast burning
through the crack in the wall.

on my coffee table a rose waved and pulsated
against the humidity and
boasted of its colorful petals
and i held my typewriter steady
on the independent wood grains
of my desk.