25 years: 4 March 1967-4 March 1992
A silver anniversary of learning
How tarnished and fragile and vacant,
In lieu of empty, E was ... and
Didn't know she was until
4 March 1967
When the world as she was sure it was
Crashed
Brought down by a quiet telling
Fait accompli
Brought down
A paper mache life--no, more substance than that, but
No basement--bricks perhaps, but on sand ... and
Razed so even the sand showed no markings of
E's residence there.
E's no longer at that address. Her home is
Smaller and in a tellingly obscure neighborhood
Compared to halcyon sand dunes
Carved instead into rock
Baring that for base
Using the carved stones
For walls, the roof still
Open to the elements
Habitable enough
And growingly grateful as
The Creator of the world is recreating E., and
E.'s world, reality, rock, solidly His.