stillness

I lay in my room
she painted for me
cats are fed tea made
stretching still sore knee

the only noise is the
occasional car rattling
or crisp footsteps
echoing in the new snow

the big old house is chilly
faint smell of yesterday
embedded in its bricks
its floors its past

my eyes fight to see
the here and now yet
they wander to a life
my imagination envisions 

grateful yet that infernal
restlessness tightens
around my heart, my breath
and I long to escape


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