In the division of labor
that is marriage, one of his daily jobs,
assumed for no particular reason,
is to open the curtains. Each morning,
wandering from one room to the next,
he lets in the sky, enjoying the pull
of the cords, the vision of cloud,
rain, or new snow, framed in
the crossword design of windows.
–excerpt from “Opening the Curtains” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in The Cape Rock.