I gaze out the window of my small room
And look at the world as it turns
Now brought low by events of the universe
A strangely altered world looks back at me
This beautiful serpent I stare eye to eye
Forced to eat of the apple
Picked by another from this unchosen tree
 
My days a puzzle of quiet hysteria
Searching for a place to fit in
Where are the friends of once shared phone lines?
That met for warm sustenance of body and spirit
Now long distance words seldom spoken 
Separate air steals and twists into knotted ropes
Mangled and empty without purpose or theme
 
The reversal of fortune and status 
Is living in continuous winter 
Now cold and naked with no where to hide 
The move to a descendant’s dwelling 
Reversing the order adding a whirlwind of doubt
The slow sinking a comedy of errors
The new order of living with sense and sensibility confused and unguided 
 
Is there time for restoration of this older frail structure?
The window’s reflection of furrows unhidden
What began in 2008 as considerable slowly dissolved into nothingness
A piece-by-piece reckoning that became this pane of pain
That once was a choice among many 
Can the graying disguise the lonely resolve of spirit - restore, restore, restore?
Or leave these furrows reflected in this lonely window a space of unrelenting endlessness?