
Me
or a bubble
bouncing
along
the edge
of the ceiling
again?
So much dust
atop
these cabinets!
It appears
I’ve
rubbed
to a
halt
A
tight
drum
Too close
to the
light
Bare
hot
incandescent
The roar
at the edge
of the falls
Or maybe
it’s just
an updraft
Through
open window
and up
Steady
and
rapid
First rooftops
then worlds,
next time
recedes
Me
or a star
careening?
© Chagall, 2013
