Her lonely heart sees
Flowers just outside the door.
Remembering him.
Like shadow puppet
Dragons, her life jerks
Disconnectedly.
Clocks tick by themselves
And we breathe to their rhythm:
Life knows when to move.
Stitches hide a hole
In his head. He is punished
Now for jaywalking.
Suddenly desert
Sky sprinkles down cool relief:
Rain on hard, parched land.
We share divine spark.
I am, says God, and so we
Are unlimited.
We don’t recognize
The roles we play on life’s stage.
Love turns strange corners.