favorite chair, balcony window

the reversal of a city
in a mirror
all it takes
is one sheet of glass
to show the world
to itself

a life unshielded
skin, raw from worry
to look inside
to the dark matter
takes a little insanity
and balls of silver

the corner of the lip of the milky way
hovers above the Cleveland skyline
I don't take anything
for granted these days

blue skies
high clouds
subsidized housing
government funds

I look inside
I am grateful for all that I have
still, what I’ve been given
is too much
to make good on