Despite proclaiming I'd never be
Moved, my knees seem weak, my
Feet slide, I stumble, and stagger
Several steps toward a
Solid-seeming stone-worked
Arch. I stand, shocked
At what is before me.
Looking into that space
I desperately wanted to
Go back- return to my
Study's safe-haven and
See round about those I'd
Come to depend upon for
Stability during this holding-fast.
I laid my hand upon the first
Thing that came to mind
And held it while the world spun.
"Look you," an old man said
To a child as they passed by.
"That man has hold of a
Monstrous thought and can't let go.
