KAFKA

 

 

KAFKA

Stranded outside the Castle

But invited by the Crown

You tiptoe on a high wire

When you are on the ground

A melancholy persistence

Leads you on your rounds

But there Is no doctor here.

Dreams pool in your eyes

regarding the seasick world

you find yourself off balance

in an attitude of pearl.

By day you file insurance claims

And wrestle with the vagaries

At night you disappear

Into stories vast and clear

Contradiction’s pure historian.

You chronicle the goings on

In somewhat of a circus song

Your face droops with light

Pooled in a strange beauty

Who can say who you are or were

Extravagant in letters

always near when you are far.

subletted on the planets

in a tethered jar.

mary angela douglas 26 march 2024