Depths

I looked under my chair
To find a box of oddments
It was almost clean

I wonder if Marge
Would like a cat to help her
Chemotherapy

I don’t hear a sound.
She’s behind the party wall
Feeling nauseous

A cat might comfort
I’d feed and clean it for her
If she would like it

But when I call her
She never answers the bell
She contemplates depths

I have not seen stars fall
I saw the moon reflecting
The sea is calmer

The cruelly chopped trees
Have burst out in bright new leaves
How incongruous.

Crucified, they show
Aaron’s rod planted again
Surprises the world