another daydream

another daydream

Friday, June 7, 2019

"The Odds"

The Odds

It’s impossible to love the same person twice
unless twice divides before and after…
how it was before now, after my impulse
to toss a pillow into the pond, to quell
something that was suffocating,
the closest thing at hand, and

it failed to sink.
What are the odds? We stood looking
at an embroidered pillow we hauled
all the way from Asia as it floated
like a mandala, delighting our stymied eyes.