In the clouds I see my
parents and my sisters
and myself as we were
before they divorced,  

the TV not yet smashed
and my child self unaware
of Mom’s mental illness as
we all play a board game  

called The Ungame, but
the cloud dissipates, darkness
falls, and it’s like the moment
at the theater when the lights  

go out and an anticipatory
hush spreads across the darkness
and many years later, I’m still
fumbling for a light switch.