I still want to go travelling,
Ireland and Scandinavia,
Get away from my egomania.
I still want to curl up with the cats,
Again be cuddled up,
Forget all I’ve muddled up.
I still want to call my dead sister,
For that must share,
About all my despair.
I still want to be loved,
Deeply cared for,
Given a genuine reason for.
All is still—
Watching, unwatched, fixed horizons;
Touching, untouched, inert intentions;
Speaking, unspoken, stilted echoes;
Feeling, unfeeling, detached dimensions.