Last night when I crawled into bed and switched off the light,
too tired to read, too tired for an audio book on low volume even,
I said what I called my evening prayer, which is more of a recap
of the day and a short run down of all I should be thankful for.
In corporate offices across the city,
in every company’s cubicle-chambered heart,
there are men alone all lunch hour …
First, sit near the Oriel Chapel
or at the statue feet of Jan Hus
where the heretics rise tall
as wax in flames of greening bronze.
Image: “Zaubererturm” by Jennifer S. Lange. “The Scene Is Set” was written by Rose Lennard for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, October 2024, and selected as the Editor’s Choice.
Because my toilet’s
backed up and I don’t have a plunger, my nervous bladder has filled
one and a half clear, glass
flower vases with urine overnight and throughout the morning.
