In the evening when I rise

I am dazed by these days

of life, and death.

Enormous ideals maneuver me from on high—

I’m like a mindful marionette.

Meanwhile, minutia:

I bounce checks; I scoop cat litter;

I reinsert ‘Order of the Phoenix’ for the umpteenth time

so I can sit on a Spiderman pillow on my dining room floor

and craft ‘poetry’ during a drizzly dusk in A-Town,

My Home—for now.

But not Forever—

I, too, will Fly Away. . . . . . .

Bird of Paradise Painting by Marionette Taboniar