Tightly in my heart I felt.
The moon was landing.
Drawn across the blinded dog doors was a single yellow thread.
I let the clouds in and the day seated like egg whites into bread.
Lose your courage for an instant, Karen.
Be here. I understand, but I do not
It was as radiant as the sunny river that flows into the sea,
Bands sounded and flickered banding,
Grew like moss.
Soft moss,
In the caves of a lagoon,
In a forest of lamps.
I could not see it, but I see it.
And it frightens me.
What am I remembering?
I can’t tell. But I tell you now
The moss is messing with me.
It drops my crown to the floor
Of the dark cavern
My crown did not prescribe the shatter
But the clack prescribed the chicken?
I am messing with the moss.
