Pathology

In early autumn, mornings begin

with the same letter and most things

go on so suddenly, they strike you

as brutal. You forget names and

places where both,

the self and the other, stood

counting insect bites. The ashes of

summer wakefulness, squeezed between

palms pushing against low skies.   

One is taller, one is happier.

The picture resembles

a clearing dome under which you repeat

daily dressing-undressing then

sort items according to necessities:

to set aside,

to bring together, or

in readiness for the big hibernation.

© Maria Stadnicka, 2023.