Excursion

I am a tourist

in my own life,

gazing at the exotic shapes

of flowers

as if someone else

had planted them;

barred

from the half lit rooms

of children

by a invisible

velvet rope.

The dresses in my closet

are costumes

for a different woman,

though I hide myself

in their silky textures.

The man asleep

in my bed

knows me best

in the dark.