How many times in life
does reality shift?
I mean a fairly sudden,
change-everything kind of shift?
Mostly when something terrible occurs.
Terminal illness,
Death of one whose life
has been intertwined with ours.
Reality otherwise remains
too comfortable for shifting.
But this month mine has shifted
with joy
but not without difficulty.
I must deal with the fact that
for others who have shared my past reality
I can offer little reason they might
shift theirs
to follow mine.
But they love me, and
we will cope.
