The Mystery of Space
Our home was brand new
That March day we moved
Into so much spaciousness
Only our bedroom full
Early couple acquisition.
We thought we had it all
Did until seven Februarys
Later, stroke turned us in
Covering our wealth of plans
Then locked the door to
All that once had been
Leaving us, a new day
Unknown, unthinkable,
This new state, me standing
Him unable, no walking
Speaking, only chaos
Swirling round, thickening
Mess of meaning breaking
.
We’d have to fight some
Fancy dragons, gain again
Our treasure, refuse to embrace
This nightmare’s terror
Escape somehow, crawl and crawl
Pull each other from beneath
The weight, effect one step
Awakening each day to
Desperation, overwhelming
The unspeakable disconnection
Of engaging
Rearranging
Home and work
That wealth of plans
Until
One September day
All done, dragons mostly tamed
Forty years
Of much more than wandering
Though that too
All through
We moved into a smaller home
Made spacious by what was let go
And
New days coming
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