Deus Ex Machina

He rolls in unbidden across the stubble fields 

Old acquaintance astride a newly booming cloud

Under sky an alien shade of strawberries whipped

Her watch stops ticking out the rest of her

     scheduled breathing poses

Between her ears drums roar with unwinding

Cognitive reflexes still; familiar refrains forgot

Tropes of an ordinary life are unbound

They fly bare-backed through fresh skylights

     squinting, she yields

Through wide-set knees suddenly unhosed

Arpeggios transmit outward breaking husks

Her face sets in a pleasant rictus

While long-winded sighs are borne upwards

     cellar door sprung