Then and Now

Feverdreams of childhood homes

Worst nightmares of EVERYTHING falling apart

And no one caring. 

Holes in the roof, no intent on patching

 and people sitting around a table 

happy to let the rain in. 

Mold taking root, insects chewing

Sun robbing of any youth in lumber, turning it all  to dust. 

Just before the rain comes back

And washes it all away

The driveway is always full of belongings. 

Things I’ll never see again but am always haunted by.

My childhood was in there. 

I think I had one. 

I remember so much good

But so much more 

isn’t there.

Thinking of that place more. 

Childhood home, something wants to be

Remembered,

Explanations not asked for

The universe is swinging around.

Fever dreams of childhood homes waking me up

To a realty where the roof is open

The rain is coming in

And no on seems to care.