Vicarious Reality

Slowly the distant land came within reach

Quietly the stranger at the bus stop became friend

Quickly the routine became the norm.

How mindful the conscience of truth

Never demanding

Always understanding

Forever familiar

She made sure to walk

She knew the ways of nature

She caught many a friendship with flowers

Stray animals

The ocean’s flotsam

The overhead rainfalls

And so…

Between the echo of past voicings

The new routines of aloneness

The acceptance of singular care

The control over loneliness

One’s “inevitable” endurable

Vicarious reality proved to be a many-layered companionship

Assisting her threading of the needle into delicate balances unknown.