On the Shelf
I did not - could not - weep
For years my tears dried
Yet on the plane out
I wept convulsively
The flight attendant thought me
Sad to be leaving
She saw it all the time
It was relief that flood I never thought I’d I’d get away without a ring An engagement party A kitchen tea A bathroom shower Never thought my dreams would float And even when trapped underwater rise to the top Not like a corpse coming in with the tide But alive Washed in ... not up ... Free at last from that bloody shelf ...
(After reading A Dangerous Vine by Barbara Ewing)