and still wind your way without panic
without the darting flight
from windowless shadowless something;
making the pavement stay beneath you
is an act of will but you trudge up the hill
from one unfixed point to another
or will the compass crush you
in the bell jar, caught as you are,
a finer speciman.
can you be in a question this immense
with sidereal issues crawling crablike
never starlike never getting anywhere she
cried at the grocers with her list
with nothing on it again.
some oranges, some coffee something said
it's hard to think when you're starving
hard to recall the names for food
and what was on the table then
in another life and the centerpiece, candles.
a bunch of cherries queried the angels
chocolate bars chimed the children
she never had
unfrosted cake she said.
I had no batter at home.
butter I mean
what good is bread then
mary angela douglas 22 june 2015;11 march 2016