12/2

Frankly, I expected to come up on this trip, have
Questions answered and a direction determined
With solid conviction.

Ah well, instead it was one of my more ambivalent
Messy trips, oozing quandries, doube and yet I know
On one level
Being near my mother would be so good for her, and me.
As a widowed friend said: DOn't count on anything but death
To be final.