tiny crystals drifting aimlessly in cochlear channels,
sightseeing far from their assigned locations brings
her to her knees eyes closed, head spinning,
dishes undone, toys scattered, children running
amok, research papers unread, in short,
chaos.
Dreaming of tomatoes, brilliant red cosmos,
black eyed susans, she closes her eyes to
the darkness in the room, listens to the quiet
breathing in the next room and drifts off
on her own voyage, hoping that the unwelcome
travelers have found their home ports by the
time she opens her eyes in the morning.
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