Hobble Creek Review
| Ruth Huber |
My Mission
Two black & white photographs mirror each other
On either side of the pillow-top mattress that dons cobalt sheets.
The cotton blankets contrast the circular salmon lamp shade atop my night stand
Begging to be relieved of its burden of books, sloughing off Misery and Beach Music.
Unfolded clothes splatter color onto the stiff ecru carpet and the tangled
Cords from the camera, laptop, desk light, and two phone chargers
Wrap up my legs as I sit at the oak desk my grandmother gave me.
The dings give it character and tell tales of its life since it became furniture.
At 23, one quarter of the age of the Mission desk, I wonder if my dings will tell stories.
The clock between the photographs says I have much more time.
Two black & white photographs mirror each other
On either side of the pillow-top mattress that dons cobalt sheets.
The cotton blankets contrast the circular salmon lamp shade atop my night stand
Begging to be relieved of its burden of books, sloughing off Misery and Beach Music.
Unfolded clothes splatter color onto the stiff ecru carpet and the tangled
Cords from the camera, laptop, desk light, and two phone chargers
Wrap up my legs as I sit at the oak desk my grandmother gave me.
The dings give it character and tell tales of its life since it became furniture.
At 23, one quarter of the age of the Mission desk, I wonder if my dings will tell stories.
The clock between the photographs says I have much more time.
Ruth Huber earned a Master’s in Library and Information
Science at San Jose, California, then decided to pursue a PhD.
She has traveled extensively in Europe and Asia with plans to
travel the Outback of Australia
Science at San Jose, California, then decided to pursue a PhD.
She has traveled extensively in Europe and Asia with plans to
travel the Outback of Australia
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