Woman Lying on Floor, Martha Sawyers (1902-1988)
When I woke up this morning,
turning out from my soul,
on my left lay some half-finished,
an acceptance like the vague
nodding on a head,
and on my right
an ashtray lay overturned
I picked my bones up off the wood,
returned the book to its shelf
and swept the floor.
Silently the room turned with the earth,
and I followed suit––
There was nothing more I could do.