Detoured

By Katje Kaase


The pill settled down in the throat

Mixed in a maze of saliva

A liquid lozenge of delusion

It slipped like a loose tooth

Swallowed without wisdom

A vague triumph of tranquility

With a haze of propriety


The slurring surrender

Was a peaceful priority

Linked with a sip of syrup

That sweetened the trip

Like a closed country road

Just a temporary detour

Selfish... but secure


August, 2020