take me again
by the hand
with you and the sea
and the expanse of
life ahead
I cannot be lost
©Erin Croley
take me again by the hand with you and the sea and the expanse of life ahead I cannot be lost ©Erin Croley
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the dream of Oregon settles back in I escape bed early to sit with it connect it to the grass grown wild and become irrational about complacency ©Erin Croley distant planes and the blast of a train horn support the morning chatter of Cardinals, pigeons, pileated woodpeckers and some high-pitched warble I can't place I stand in the middle of what should be a walking path with a steady current washing over my feet stare at yellowed strawberries stunted cucumbers and decide to drink coffee ©Erin Croley curled together with heads bent and legs tucked like pretzels we share dreams to greet the day I envision us as an egg he asks how my belly opens because he wants to return there "for 100 years" and I find it hard to accept either as impossible ©Erin Croley I don't know the stages of dementia but today's blend of current reality with high school, where some of us are occasionally lost and she is happy, seems better than yesterday's tears and anger at knowing it was going to happen. ©Erin Croley (from a #WordStew prompt) |
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