Searching for sweet red peppers on sale.
Recalling how my income has fallen.

Touching edges of anxiety
maybe my mind is misplaced or
some new disease invades me.

My caged heart rebels against looming panic.
All those wars...this planet growing
more pustulant as clocks choke forward.

What have I forgotten at the grocery store?
I want to be sure, swift not grasping,
Slivers of black ice can knock me down.

Misplaced, silenced, lost with yesterday's lists,
mixed among crumpled coupons, long lines.