Zelda Chappel
Misadventure (2014)
Certainty comes clean-edged
ink-fenced
in the half-script of Tuesday morning
headlines.
This is how it is.
Whispering, white spaces could tell us nothing
without decoding
but now we know
how they mistook a step
for a jump
watched the air fail to catch their breaths
and leave them shred, scattered
star-like constellations
on salted granite
beds.
When they spoke of misadventure
I doubt this was what they meant.