Bouleversée/Turned Upside Down Poem by Nan Williamson

days go by
when I lose hold of wonder
when last night's quarrel
or fresh reported slaughters
shove and push for my attention
crowd out the lions and holy fools

but they come back
and I'm ambushed by

bluesy words
jazz-dancing down the syncopated page

fragile stars
frozen lace on winter windowpanes

a revel of nasturtiums
oranges scarlets yellows
reflected in a shining copper pot

the whole damn glorious dazzle