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

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

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

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