What's the Matter

Maureen N. McLane

Why the low mood, 

 the picking at food? 

 Maybe it's the weather. 

Maybe it's hormones. 

 Explanation's cheap 

 but sometimes hits the mark. 

I am the target 

 of mysterious arrows 

 I myself let sling.

O that's your fantasy 

 of omnipotence（全能）. 

 You make everything 

 your thing. 

All day I stayed in bed. 

 It seemed someone else 

 must have been alive 

have done what I did. 

 Failed to do 

 what I failed to. 

It's still in my head 

 those things I did 

 and said and cared for 

doing but it's all gone 

 white like green hills 

 in certain light 

as Dante says the hillsides 

 can go white 

 in the middle of a new life.