China Cupboard

In the cupboard there is china
It is precariously balanced
Blue saucers stacked
On Yellow cups stacked
On Green teapots stacked
Too near the top
With roses outlined in gold

On the other side of the china
Is another room like this one
With the sun diffused
Through the filmy curtains
A man is standing in the light
A peculiar shadow
I must not disturb
A single dish



Note: Based upon a stirring, lucid dream from many years ago, one I still remember clearly despite the passage of time, this poem wrestles with the fear of making mistakes and the consequences of being right or wrong.

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