"Reaching"

Rearrange my sorry life

in alphabetical order

so all the pieces easily

fill chips upon my shoulder

broadly turned to colder winds

that in desperation blow hard

trying to knock down pedestals

that stand like discolored shards –

erected in an open yard

a misery so neighborly

for worlds and scores to watch upon

with tear-soaked pain and agony

Copyright 2008 kate Sjostrand