Wandering
Lost, where I need to be
The ever new day of dementia
The blanket that shelters me

Innocent again
Streaks of sunshine on recycled garbage
A snapshot of life's turbulence
Contained in each reflection

I quench my thirst
Their import fills greedy eyes
Dancing shards of wisdom and folly
Carve up my wrinkled skin

Rebirth has come
A chapter closes in falling scabs
I set my pen on pink parchment
And let the tip fly on intent