ALWAYS SOMETHING
For Anika
There’s always something. Isn’t there?
One more wrinkle to smooth, one more tear in the fabric.
One more dent in the bumper, one more ding in the car door.
Always something to tell you
Things aren’t going entirely to plan.
Always one fork
With a bent tine
You never knew was there in the drawer.
It’s always something.
One more straw for the camel, one more stroke
For the horse.
One more stile before the crooked man gets crooked home.
One more cat’s path to cross.
One more wrinkle to smooth, one more tear
In the fabric of space-time
That spills you out into the universe,
Twirling in despair, not quite flying,
Not quite falling, and no idea
How to draw the earth back in again,
Spinning in infinity
Into the heart
Of nothing.