What's the Matter

Maureen N. McLane

Why the low mood,

the picking at food?

Maybe it's the weather.

Maybe it's hormones.

Explanation's cheap

but sometimes hits the mark.

I am the target

of mysterious arrows

I myself let sling.

O that's your fantasy

of omnipotence（全能）.

You make everything

your thing.

All day I stayed in bed.

It seemed someone else

must have been alive

have done what I did.

Failed to do

what I failed to.

It's still in my head

those things I did

and said and cared for

doing but it's all gone

white like green hills

in certain light

as Dante says the hillsides

can go white

in the middle of a new life.