This Void

This Void

Between them – 963 abstract
Units of distance measurement.
The connection flickers, ebbs, dies,
Resurrects, but there’s no sign of
Life at the other end, the one
Far away.

Come home, come home

Edited pictures, adjusted memories,
Sparkle, shimmer, fade, distorted
Images and facts, somehow,
Blurred fragments of what was
A life somewhere back there
Then.

Come home, come home

Agencies, officialdom, consent,
Hoops and loops and dupes,
Manifests, lies, and truths,
The puzzles of mind and body,
And corruption in all its senses,
Loss.

Come home, come home

No echo in this void, no moving
Forwards or backwards, no living,
No working, no happiness, no
Chance of joy or food or peace.
This void of uncertainty.

Come home, come home, come home.

R 03/12/2024