Dementia

Each day, little by little,

piece by broken piece

I shed the weight that keeps me

Tethered to the Earth

Driven by routine and motivated by slightly

more, but habit

I nod, smile, and laugh, yet nothing

Strikes me;

Funny

Tangled telephone lines—crestfallen.

From the past, a trickle of muffled messages—dwindling…. …

And I am increasingly isolated to the

present, moment

nobody; recognizes; anybody;

Here

Fragments that arrive are cryptic and confusing.

Struggling to coalesce into a cohesive whole,

I cling to that ever shrinking fraction that is more than the

Sum; of my parts

yes,

I have become Lighter

than a Feather.

How(?)

I wish the wind would

Die; down,

And I could feel the weight of the world, again.

Under my two feet.

Walking. Wandering, with familiar souls

Lost, but able to dream together

Of where we might be going

Still.

In brief moments; entangled

Just enough to create

Joy. And

Sadness; is where

I am