Maelstrom

Light barely penetrates

moss by the side door

 

The locks are loose

after so many years of jiggling

 

A new fire is waiting

near the wall- if we’re not too tired

 

Two eggs sit untended, fallen from nests

now even snakes can’t be bothered

 

I hope I don’t forget to look again

when the lilies-of-the-valley push through

 

I’ve become old and clumsy

and unsteady in new ways

 

The day was full of wind and laughing

but there was a great big hole without you

 

Evening brought a cool sheen

to cover any green left of the day