so welcome here
sitting in the sun at a rusty table
lunch with caregivers
in front of Useless Bay
sparrows bathe in dust at our feet
fluff and primp without shame
we admire the audacity
together we swing across Alzheimer’s
through marriage troubles
creative projects
travel
waistlines
back into Alzheimer’s seamlessly
belly laughs to tears
nuts and bolts to wild imaginings
pain, fear, and giggling back out of ourselves
someone says “I can see when she is leaving this space-time continuum”
I think “Yes! That’s it!”
our grateful multiselves
grateful we don’t have watch this process from a distance
on the Sci Fi channel
captive to the imagination of strangers
we live this. we who were
born to be space travelers
born to be many
born to weep together publicly
born to swing across space beyond time within selves
content with patchwork ships of friends and duct tape
we have all the time in the world here
I notice now
just home from a 4-hour lunch outside space time self
yet still entirely home
the void, chaos, the space between us, emptiness herself is home now
I am welcome here.
No, that’s not quite it, space travelers.
here, I am welcome
so welcome, friends
welcome to the void