After the Fact

Things can’t be made…
Can only be let be…
Perfect.

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Revisiting

I got up in the middle of the night, last night, with indigestion. It was late…between three and four, pre-dawn, dark and a few steps later I was down the hall and in the bathroom, the cold toilet seat to bring me round completely. And there I was. Nearly forty. Naked. Cold. Goosebumped legs. Same old body. All these days, nights, years. All these places. People, friends, come, gone, as if they were only dreamt.  There I was in that familiar cum foreign bathroom, gazing down at my knees, arms…strong old arms. And strangest of all…in the lonely act of sitting and looking into the dark interior of that room in the middle of the night, there, all of a sudden, was a long-lost feeling of new happiness.