Saturday, November 5, 2022

Family Anecdotes

Once, one of the several
Brothers in that family,
An older, adopted boy

With vision and cognition
Challenges but otherwise
Robustly able-bodied,

Crawled out into the hallway
In the middle of the night,
Wholly parasomniac,

Feeling around the bare floor,
Calling out from a nightmare
He couldn’t shake, Where’s the rug?

Where’s the floor? That’s how it is
Decades later, with the news,
A surviving brother thinks.

If you could just find the floor,
The baseboards of behavior,
Some baseline expectations,

You could cope with this darkness,
But you’re already down there
Groping, scared, not half aware.

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