Breadth

On my side table, Sarah's painting is lovely in its frame
Two figures, a woman and a cow, look up
Towards their only option, towards the crescent moon
There is a way out
Yes, the two of them are going to jump

As though neither knows that she is surrounded
By four strips of painted wood
And the galaxy beyond is my living room
With other paintings hovering on the walls

I gaze at the artwork, at the walls so attentively decorated,
At the books--gateways to infinite worlds--and at the window
Two smudged panes bashfully standing between me
And the skies so wide I can see my breadth