I was going somewhere, it seemed.
My clothing folded in piles on the bed.
I was putting them away.
The sun edged the corners of the drawers.
It occurred to me,
it’s not too late to change my mind,
to forget all that’s happened,
that I’d just arrived,
that someone,
who had just stepped out for a moment,
who had been here waiting for me,
would return,
the sun edging the corners
of the drawers.
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Isle of Hoy 
I enjoyed your first line, weirdly enough I have wanted to write something about revisions the past week ‘re-vision’ or something of that nature. There’s just something about the combination that makes me think, as did your poem, thanks for sharing. 🙏
Thank you.