Buckets

Stephen Chinnock

23 October 2020

Buckets of tears
don’t seem to be enough
to empty the trough
of deep hurt

Those tears took so long
to arrive even when
resolution was found
on the eve of a new house

The hopscotch of steps
trying to find a solution
backwards , forwards
sidewise always

To arrive on the plate
of completion
of a giddy dance
of madness

Many dear friends
held loving hands
to steady the frantic dance
back to some semblance
of solid ground

Fires extinguished
in my mind
at last
a new place
to find peace again!