BECAUSE I DID NOT HAVE
Because I did not have, I had more,
Had a horse who could turn six ways
Instead of stare, a house wonderfully cool
When all other houses were closed, hot.
My clothes had awkwardness guaranteed:
No fretting the hem or the edges, whether
They were like others’. I was inside them.
Why I was free to wander meant little, as
Where rain goes is little, till someone notices.
No longer chained to doing, doing impossible
In a possible garden. Dark
And light are felt as temperatures here which renew,
Restore, memory. Flowers would rather be somewhere
Else. I have my favorite aunt’s hat, but it means nothing;
Her head was a different size. Your uncle was not as
Wonderful as you thought he was. Flower arranging is an
Interesting habit, but diversion from real job, counting
Time till rearranging of time is over, unprofitable, the great
Shadow coming that warms us then cools then closes down
The lights: bill collector who laughs inside his sleeve.
