Claustrophobia with Orange Cap
circles us, so long stuck.
We stir the air with a doll’s arm.
Oar, pull away. Breaker, tip us over.
Show the vantage point of the submerged
clouds wrong side up
Where we go who knows when
the knot gives way. Who, unlaced and dangling,
can almost see the ground.
(first appeared in Red Booth Review)