REALITY: Tired

Physical day today, stressing muscles moving furniture the bed where I was conceived forty-five miles away and many mental miles beyond.  Rock maple moved here, my walnut to replace it, beds and dressers empty of their people’s clothes and dreams.  I did not go along I couldn’t do it though it might have been the last time I will ever be allowed to see those walls and stairs of fifty years familiar.  Instead I lingered here and cleaned and moved other things around.  In my house.  In my mind.