Sometimes you think you know
where you are
in a story
but then
a cloud descends
and you're no longer sure:
Is this the right setting?
What's down there in that valley?
What is going to happen?
Why can't I see . . .?
You walk from one room
to the next
You wash a dish or two
and then
The cloud lifts!
It's a miracle.
You know where you are.
You know where you're going.
At least for the time being . . .
xx
