When all I thought and once believed
left the comfort of my mind
I searched the stores, markets, fairs,
for “stuff” to fill the empty space.
It visits every now and then
to view my acquisitions
and I listen as I did before
in silence like a woman scorned.
So I move the “stuff” this way/that
but when love has proved untrue
and life, of course, unfair
nothing seems to fit.
And when one sits with bits and bobs
that have lost initial glows
it’s like the one that has to move
is me, me, me –
mind, body, soul, you see!