antedeluvian

how to remember how to
cut cloth?  I have
forgotten the technique
and laboured
to dredge it out of the
sludge in my head:
little back and arm
covers for my chair -

all cut now
and ready for sewing -

the distraction came in
the last packet of business
left from the move:
family photographs and
tree took me
down a rabbit hole -
I was snared
and came up disorientated
and not in the present

I cling to the rock of
my time and wait for
the waters of the flood
to subside

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