I was lended to this world
amongst the smoke and things
that break.
nevertheless, I love the bloom of
what might bless me tomorrow.

though I try and stay out of the way
of these things,
they happen and come to me like a
smile attracted to a clown- or the
sweet perfume of a June rose.

everyday is a challenge to stay alight and know
we live forever (really),
my love for fixing never ends: body, mind and
house,
I was lended to this world.

my memory forgets where I
came from often,

thankfully I’m forgiven.