a room of one’s own

at the bottom of a glass

swimmingly free in the fight

for lost causes

a room of one’s own

has its leases and clauses

inside the darkness lit only by fight

she roils through the waves

again and again

her life is the lighthouse

the wineglass the lease on

a tenuous freedom

in night window reflections

a poet’s lesson 

culled from the bottle

reminds her again and again

of ongoing upheaval

a woman, an artist, a poet, a writer

still changes direction

whenever it suits her

a room of one’s own is

the room of a fighter 

nyc 5.1.2020