work
there are no walls to my office, this life with its indoor air
there is not outside, either, no sun streaming my bones
and their threat to break, rebellion against all this sterilityit was not borne there, this inclination to do nothing and nothing
repetitive motion of hands on keys
i have forgotten about the body
do you know i dream in my sleep
do you know i am filled with dreamwhen i emerged into life, capable and demanding, the first thing i saw
was a flower
in my mother's room
the yellow hospital light could not dim nature's doing
a vase of geraniums on the windowsillpick me from this earth, my desk
place me in a scenei have grown square like my environment, cubicle of flesh and all else
that is real
copyright 2000 Kate Lutzner