Grasping on the handlebars
Of a grotesque yesterday
I careen through this space
I bounce through this time
Trying to build something that
Defies even the architect
And I’ve never been so alone
And I knew that.

Fifteen years ago I walked away
Running from the yard
Returning to fifteen years of
Weeds
Crab Grass
And small insects that sting
And looking back
I knew that.

So here I am, the only things changed
The challenge increased
And I hope my abilities have
And I sit and stare at an empty yard
Pondering the thoughts that I repent
Thinking of the ways to clean
Trying to clear things, and…

I knew that.

Re-reading this in 2023, it brought me back to that day as I went to the house where my father died. I did, indeed, know that. And I did clear things.