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.