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Uncertainty

I’ve been asked to interact with uncertainty

Give her space at home and welcome her warmly 

I’ve been told she’s here to stay. 


And now, I’ve emptied the cupboards for her

Leaving half my clothe' rack empty

while the other I make sure is neatly 

color coordinated and pressed. 


I’ve set up a bed lamp on the other side.

Half my writing space is for her

while the other I make sure are bullet points 

and checklists. It’s daily logs 

and updates of her movements around the house.


I’ve been told to be a little more welcoming;

to engage with her through conversations. 


I read books trying to understand lady uncertainty

and poetry is the closest I’ve come to it. 


When everything fails, I invite fantasy home.

or pull back the dusted drawers

and remember the certainty of what has been. 





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