It moves

It moves 

 

I never planned to live here

Dragged an unwilling hostage

By a hostile hard partner -

Carried from my  paradise of heart, visage and soul

To this soul-lesss suburb – 

Only temporarily – I promised myself but

Knew that I lied as my feet were 

Shackled to the treadmill that would 

Move – 

Move –

Move –

Move me along to an unrecognizable me

I loosed myself from the partner – but stayed 

In that empty house – with a small child - 
I danced on bare wooden floors and hung

Flower baskets in macrame and taught school 

And schooled myself and wrote and passed the

Time – and somewhere along the way found love

As life moved -moved – moved

Through children and passion, family dinners – 

Laughter, love, and loss, disappointments and 

Unexpected pleasures – all held in the patina 

Of this wood floor shining under my feet 

The click of the dice against one another brought these

Unforeseen pleasures, the drive to return, to move, to go 

Melted in the years flying as a murmuration swirling in the

Memory of all that came to be in this temporary house

That grew into a home – this lifetime lived together ….

I stare at the tree in the back garden – planted as a stick

Carried from the marsh by a new husband and a young son

Stare at its trunk wider that even the largest arms could never span

And look up through the skylights and vaulted ceilings at the leaves

Crisp and falling as Autumn snow and somehow – dragged from the

Sanctuary of frangipani and Caribbean blue – unshackled I stare back

In amazement and forward with fear of the inevitable move – hugging

My home – hearing the voices of all that transpired and willing it to stay as

It moves

It moves

It moves