The World, slipped away

I awake to a view gone blank,

all but the nearest coast erased,

as if the world about us sank,

slipped mistily beyond our gaze,

and left our condo on the brink. 

The window netting gently sways,

caressed to motion by the lan-

guid breeze. A salty crusting stays

on sill, on sheets, on skin. I thank 

that happy chance—that of all days,

today is Sunday. Closed, the bank,

the doctor’s, butcher’s—every place

I’d need to visit. Stay, instead— 

Wait out this loss-of-world from bed!