Not knowing what to say
I look for lines to steal:
late coffee and oranges in a sunny chair.
If
then….
But logic has no place here.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
Somewhere someone was sewing a mask.
A rough beast slouches toward the foothills,
out of the cradle endlessly rocking.
Today we will take a walk
and draw a map.
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes
Our maps our meaningless to them,
as theirs are to us, for now.
Kimberly O'Connor 