*
when I thought
I could not discern
or love life
lost in fog right
and left I discover
only later I was
riding a beautiful
cloud from within
going places
unseen directed by
a master pilot an active
radar inside me
at constant war
lighting thunder
and bolts with mind
.
.
.
.
.
*
I was eager to
learn it was nuns
who thought me
.
how to peel fruit
apple pears even potatoes
to crash nuts
.
to set the table
to embroidery carefully
to sing in a church
.
to listen to the silence
in between to look
for light breaking
.
darkness through
sliced windows on
summer afternoons
.
..
.
annamosca 