Full summer, and I’m living in the cool
Green shadow of a sprawling park. The creek
Sings something through my window all night long.
Mornings, I answer telephones in the gray
World, pretty appliance at the desk, and hide
Within my secretary clothes a jewel
Of guilt and awe, uncertain what it is,
Hard, red, and beautiful in its puzzling way.
I don’t remember where or how I found it.
I take my evening jog and stretch among
The mosses in the park. I catch the news
And fall asleep, forgetting what they say,
And dream sometimes of a dangerous broken rule,
Something I’ve forgotten or done wrong.

~ a sonnet sequence by Sarah Avery
(via Planetary)