It's Still Life

She said, If a Red Fox had Crossed Somewhere, That Area was Safe*

No red fox has crossed my path,
or blessed this journey, but
I’ve crossed the line enough.

Hands down, this day is
becoming an argument.

I dropped a plate this morning.
It broke into angles and pieces.
I stared at it far too long. Just

stared, and listened
to rain slap the window.

My hands are like weather.
Rough and cold. And it rains.
And rains and rains. And,

my tongue fills my speech,
my chapped lips blow a kiss.

I remember Mum asking me
to paint the fence. The sun
baked its whiteness into bubbles.

This day is an argument held
together with a safety pin.

dVerse Travels #2, *The line “She said, If a red fox had crossed somewhere, that area was safe,” is from “Surfacing” by Kathleen Jamie   © Misky 2020