A clenched dream shattered by the bitch alarm
and the dog’s mania – Gut! Get! Gut! Get!
My twin grimaces from the toaster’s gleam.
I remember a German woman who married for love
before the war and found herself stranded in Texas. The sky,
she said, was stainless steel, fundamentalist blue.
She longed for the layered tangle, the fugue currents
of Weltzschmertz turning in on themselves.
To have and to crave, a thing and its shadow.
Morning fog purrs, cloud furred. A thin light bunkers
down in the old elm. Here I am at the window
of this life, thinking of you still.
Magpie cocks a one-eyed challenge: Sing.
from Women`s Words: An Anthology,
University of Alberta
Like dreams, they seem impossible.
Imagine creating both snare
and home from something like spit.