We visit the theme time and again
and draw the same conclusion
where the porcelain cups used
to play out routine,
objects, at once familiar
grant redundant aid when
questions stab at problems
challenged then rebuked, never
to see the uncluttered space behind
those repurposed implements.
Hollow clattering drowns out
the bubbling stovetop coffee.
And I wait
for a safe distance when
no longer of use, I cannot comply.
And it is silent.
From A Bankrupt's Diary © 2018 Ceinwen Wilson