The desktop gods Ganesha, Hanumazn practice stillness
laid down in the carving, one arm so, trunk askew.
I admire their stoic motionless contentment with their place
beneath an old master postcard and family photos
as one more day moves imperceptibly
but inexorably towards some twilight resolution.
I harvest the silent monument, unspoken words,
sculpt contentment, confinement into my bones.
The world may spin for me centred in my web
but I will turn instead to the filed word, unpaid account,
my compass the world of desktop gods, paperclips
and not let guilt or gyration carry the day away.