to the lost poem

a poem in haiku for Crucible: the stone womb of elderhood

Photo by Eliyah Reygaerts on Unsplash

i.

city of hard chairs
back pain, field of resistance
it’s safe here in bed

ii.

a new mattress too
soft, so i sink way down in
the sun shine so loud

iii.

there is a fresh poem
and lavishly buttered toast
turning me so soft

iv.

subtle body thoughts
digging into my earth heart
seeking acreage

iv.

FedEx, Vet, Staples
five other stops, email trail
forty miles long

v.

crescent moon hangs low
that bright planet disappeared
my poem went with it

This poem is the twenty-fourth in a series titled, Crucible: the stone womb of elderhood, a poetic collaboration for National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) with Samantha Wallen and Michelle Puckett.