the world there, outside every day a bigger puzzle that cannot be solved
I’m learning today that I am no more
(maybe never was)
a topic of conversation.
Who should I thank for that ?
Who would have thought ?
That we would be content
to only see shadows pass
or even just the sun?
Who would’ve believed that?
That he would miss her flaws
or would take pleasure in the little things
boiling water, a sip of tea
in little moments that meant nothing just a few days ago.
Then the world turned upside down
When I thought about it, at all the time I spent in waiting rooms with old magazines and photos on walls rescued from attics, I felt like a bird perched on an old fridge, in an old boat, waiting for answers, for questions, for fish.
*posted first in March 2019, reviewed in March 2020