Without Reason

I'm quite calm, though my words contradict me —
‘In a turmoil of pain I lost my reason’ —
but that's an unconvincing sentence
and, in any case, who would believe me?

I live in a comfortable house in a comfortable street,
the sky is usually blue, the winds don't alarm,
I water my garden as neighbours watch,
I stroke my cat, adjust the clock.
Tempests are news reports from foreign countries.

As the world falls away my neighbours smile and wave.