Clouds
for my mother
an idea of her presents itself again
in the purple stone of her college ring
light changes through every facet
there is a safe space in the closet
within a book, a key
each day I’m carried off
to find another door
forgetting what I need to do
remembering what I forgot
the sound of her inside a flower
roses on her apron, a tree of red
ripened apples before the fall