As she wanders
through the rooms,
her mind lights
on objects that tremble
to be known.

I see the sadness
in their upturned faces,
hear them whisper
when she is gone.

Even in the dark,
we will not abandon you.

Each knows more
than it can say,
yet proudly
goes on waiting.

Such is destiny,
the journey of things
that cannot move.

June 8, 2006

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