In my carefully decorated kitchen
I place a coffee mug in the top dishwasher rack.
clay shattering on the stone floor
pieces rebounding from sudden impact
hailing from three directions.
grotesquely angled pieces
lie across my square space.
Pierced by possibilities
suddenly splintered into a thousand
I walk out
through the dining room
and shut the door,
abandoning the mess to the cleaning lady.
I tend my garden under the sun
pierced by the impossibility of
simply shutting the door