As It Is by Andrew Ray Williams

I woke from a nap
I hadn’t known
I was taking,

alone with
green leaves
on the sill,

white curtains, sun
bleeding through
onto a tufted chair—

old warm leather
worn by daily work.

Then slept again.



Andrew Ray Williams is a poet from Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley. His recent poems have appeared in Bramble, Ink in Thirds, and Trampoline. He is the author of A Weathered Ship: Poems.