At the edge of a brilliant blue sky, a cloud appears,
slowly grows bigger until it shuts out the sun.
You stand in front of your drawer, your eyes open.
The shirt you need is there, but you don’t see it.
Your car keys disappear into a black hole.
We can’t find them anywhere.
The phone company threatens to cut off service.
You haven’t paid the bill in four months.
What cruel hand controls the dimmer switch
that eclipses the light in your brain?
Ann Lees is a retired physician scientist with an interest in writing poetry that goes back to her high school years. Her poems have appeared in various publications on Martha’s Vineyard; in the poetry magazine, “Minerva Rising;” and in her book, Night Spirit.