My Private Sinai

In 1992 a star
was lit in the heights.
New tablets
written in a shorthand book
thundered in their creation
and my history
broke.
I fell to earth,
having made the wrong
turn and a new
wilderness grew around me.
Something happened
that day in that year
that folded my space.
My life is not all folktale,
not allegory. I broke
with myself, quick, deluded.
The carpet on the floor
split
and the classroom
swallowed me up.