Postcard 10

I am reaching for the threads of a plot
Or a through line, some sort of story,
An explanation for how I got from
There to there to there to there to there.
Instead, I only have snippets, collages,
Tableaus of experience and high emotion.
Water stairs to deep libraries
Trains which begin
   under cities and
   disappear in the dark
Boxes of socks, the
   unmatched and unloved
   finding new uses
Disappointment
                          I perceive I did not
achieve              anxiety                  I risk
resentment                        fate