Truro

I lie now
like I did then, listening
to someone  else's
discs, taking, taking
the risk that
came to my hand
and I held there trembling
shocked and
unplanned.  I feel

ill now as I
did then, lying
in a bad bed broken.
I have spoken
well to those I feel, to
keep them best I can.
Reduction is the thing

now, a smaller life
a tinier breath. They
saved me for
what for
tiredness and paler
eyes, older skin, bruised
bodying.  How

shamed I am by life.
Strife I have known
too much.  Here

is a quieter place
of watering but
no crutch, no
crutch, I walk
sidingly and limping,
foot sore poor.

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