Prompt #3. I’m caught up. This one involves staring at a word until it begins to “break down,” then writing from there. I used a random word generator and got “ethereal,” so I went with that.
The real, the most obvious, the least likely,
the unseen pressing against the seen in ways
we reject this presence, this unexplained
scent of flowers in a closed room, this real
awareness that the cats didn’t open cabinet doors
which I strain to reach. The real reluctance
to tell anyone what is happening, knowing
the likely jokes and reactions.
The cups didn’t stack themselves in a pyramid by chance.