I picture you in the spaces of doorways
just to think how fitting you seem there
not in and yet not out, just,
somewhere there
think of how the light shall fall on your face, how,
swiftly, radiance is captured in a single split moment
isn’t life full of charm and wondrous things?
you are one of them, perched dainty on the topmost shelf
so precariously,
on display,
like fine china in my head
if fine china is meant to be chipped, and then broken, so be it.