In my carefully decorated kitchen
I place a coffee mug in the top dishwasher rack.
Crash!
clay shattering on the stone floor
pieces rebounding from sudden impact
hailing from three directions.
triangle shards
long slivers
grotesquely angled pieces
lie across my square space.
Pierced by possibilities
life irreparable
suddenly splintered into a thousand
sharp pieces,
I walk out
through the dining room
and shut the door,
abandoning the mess to the cleaning lady.
I tend my garden under the sun
pierced by the impossibility of
simply shutting the door
on tragedy.
