restoration

I went there.

I liked it.

It felt like home

to this weary Crone,

to stop and stay.

Learning carefully, joyfully,

to weave clouds and rainbows

inside my open window.

Breathing Spring waft through

this enchanted room,

I dance myself stories and laugh.

Remember healing laughter?

Not the mean jokes, rough sneers,

prayers for disasters to save us.

Neighbors deride and betray us

— why would we stay if we had

a chance?

Why get caught in

such a tragic trance?

Who did I think I would

become?

How did I believe I was

the only one

not in on the game?

Anti-communicate:  throw

words without their soul.

Make noise to detract from

making sense.

Over time we find, each alone:

We are disappearing from our lives.

Faintly flowered,

soft evening breeze

carries today

past our horizon.

Feel free

as you breathe,

as you move.

The You who watches

wants all yous

to feel good.