Three Years

Three Years

Three years in my home

To hide from disease 

That has killed more than a million

In this nation

It is a plague to be so isolated

This house is kept noisy

With music and videos

From the internet

A great gift from someone

Whom I love more than myself

Yet at the start of breakfast

The simplest comment or tune

Will set off the only images I have

The past years of my life

The people I've known and seen

Situations that angered and thrilled

Though often paid me in guilt

Often sad and painful

Here I am I say

To push away the memory

That intrudes upon this space

For some of these moments

I am grateful yet push them aside

As eggs and toast fall 

Upon a simple.gray plate

Coffee sugar milk

Butter scraped on crumb

The day begins with plans

That change from day to day

This or that simple creation

That won't last to inspire emotion

In anyone I love

About these lonely years

Full of dreams that frighten

Or give me laughter

Here I am Lord

As I refer to the majesty

Of the universe that surrounds me

Small and alone

Untouched for many years

Though I am not sorrowed

It's gratitude to have finally found

Myself

Barry G. Wick