out of sorts

my clothes don’t match today
such a simple thing to turn
con­fid­ent strides into frumpy shrinking
such a long way from flow­ing ochre silks
or scar­let coats; my mind
hunches in con­cert, nar­rowed, pinched,
as if the scope of thought permitted
dir­ectly cor­rel­ates to style and flair