Room (for Joan of Arc)
i.
An inexplicable misunderstanding
as she watches the clocks leaking away time
mechanical hands and whirling wheels
defining and trying to explain
this sunlit room
still dark and hidden
wood panel, closed door
jars of marmalade and drawing pins
crackling plastic
perished elastic bands
dust angel walls
flaking white paint on creaky chairs
the distant transmissions
heard through warm glowing valves
out of the corners of her eyes
she catches glimpses of the things on the shelves
scuttling and rearranging
until totally concealed
her head swims
she knows this feeling
she places her hands palms down on the table
trying to find a ground
even behind closed eyes
she can sense the movement
the slipping away
of the world around her
ii.
a tranquil peace
watched by the timepiece eyes
a measured silence under careful ration
perfect in its completeness
in moonlight sleeping
still now
unafraid
quiet silver blankets
draped over a gentle table
cats ears twitch
under force of dreams
the only movement
in a glass and silent palace
she lies with her head on the table
waterfall of hair cascading down
caught without the shadow
gently moving in unseen breeze
in her dream
she stands before him
held in those strong arms
in her dream
she cannot fall
she fears to wake
to return
to the vast insanity
of day