now is my time for contemplation
of those questions
that have no answers

how we take them
changes us immensely

perhaps now it is your time
for love,
what we love,w ant in love
for purple flowers, gentle strokes
even the weeds of spring
are beautiful

but now,
is my time for cleaning
for picking up what was
sad&good, will be sad&good
for picking what to keep

to walk through my house
as if it were the first time
feeling displaced, nervous
wanting my childhood home
and building my adult one

the silence fills my veins
and my empty lonliness reaches
out to that place all humans share
and I weep & laugh
love & despair

hear our stories and long,
feel my mortal flesh
and remember and forget

now is my time to wonder
where all my imagery went