Sunday’s Villanelle

“Reaction to a Stubbed Toe”

A curse upon this crumpled world
crafted for tiny peoples.
I crave a plane unfurled,

an empty space where I might twirl
unfettered as the harvest maples.
A curse upon this crumpled world

comprised of snare roots curled
about the ankles, hobbling fast my caples.
I crave a plane unfurled

of clouds that swirl and pools that whirl
with more depth of life than tadp’les.
A curse upon this crumpled world

and on all its fruit and pearl–
what passes for them–feeble
I crave a plane unfurled

another realm, where door stops aren’t squirreled
low and dark as atheist steeples.
A curse upon this crumpled world;
I crave a plane unfurled.