I stand on sand that shifts below me.
I sit on chairs with legs who are wobbly.
I live in uncertainty.
I live without agency.
If I’m tired I sleep
If I’m inspired I write.
Claims on my time aren’t steep.
A nurse to keep me upright.
A visitor comes weekly to mark my life.
The only element I’ve known is strife.
Only special doctors lay claim to my time.
And only a couple of friends that chime.
Uncertainty defines my thoughtful days;
No wonder I look forward to my nights.