There is always an open window
so there is always a way out.
Why, just this weekend, I found
an old metal escape ladder,
in case of a fire, lumped in a trash can
behind a displaced door in a closet
I have never opened.
Bring on the fire—I can escape!
There is no doubting my insanity,
my extreme confidence, my solitary
vision of life in tempered speed.
Today I am calm.
Today I am clumsy.
Today I am catastrophe.
Today is nothing without yesterday
or tomorrow.
I avoid all the nothing
by ignoring the doors
and lighting out through the window.
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