the calm...

where is my mother?
backward, forward, that rocking motion.
we become accustomed to it. expect the shift.
a member of the hemlock society in its nascent years,
now she is projectile, a missile with a programmed
target and the ability to forget.

time out

mindlessness
joblessness
wanderlust
all add up to the disappearing act.
the one you long to pull,
to become, to succumb to.