When She Stopped Circling Poem by RIC BASTASA

desirous still of
changing
what ugliness is still
left
by lousy time

she wakes up
ahead of him and
walks
around the house

same routine of
boredom
circling until

she stops and looks
at the gray sky
where night stars
still hang
and glitter

so many things
she missed
and it is still
up there

perhaps she had
looked down
upon herself upon
time
and too earthly


there is more up there
that hints
about the mysterious
and the divine