Hot Glass Slipper
Perhaps another cloudy filament of cupped glass,
a quick pipette of peculiarity that percolates at leisure
before it is drawn off as fuel for my low grade fever,
my uptempo step taking, skipping the major touchstones,
skimming the circumstance by which the odds get even.
One hears that this is the stuff of better living,
flipping all the bits to eek out a peek of equidistance
in the daunting, ropeless climb from rocks at bottom,
to the first double take alongside too good to be true.
I prayed that whole night for the edge of a fingernail
hooked onto vintage mirrors made wet with that worry,
that fret that you bet leaves you there hanging, afraid.
About the Poem
This poem came out of a period of bewilderment at just how much bad news can manage to accumulate in very short time. Sometimes we hang on through such times not out of any particular courage or fortitude but simply out of the lack of better options.
This poem is previously unpublished in print. This poem was finished May 14, 2014.