I went out into the world
I told a story maybe true
Maybe a myth
I dressed up
I dressed down
I picked berries from a bush & and ate them direct without washing them first.
I escaped the weather. All of the weather
I escaped from my past into my past.
I felt desolate. I felt joy
I thought about one thing and many things all at the same time.
I took time because time had taken from me.
I shed a skin.
The carer that I was has gone too
I made a picture every day. And walked in surprise places
I read a story book and I listened to bird song and crickets.
I read a politics book
I challenged my view of my self in the world.
I gave a presentation to a wall of silence perched and disembodied in a tiny frame in a PowerPoint, in a conservatory reflected in a hundred points of light.
I wrote a politics
I wrote a poem
I swam (6 strokes bc COVID came too), I ate, I wept, I ached, I burned.
I packed up a life and I set it free.
And then sitting quietly my grief came and sat quietly with me.