Evocation #50 Foolishness (in Adelaide)

I might try to be wise, but defeat comes
in the realization of persistent foolishness.
Walking and breathing feels foolish folly
as memories flood the senses,
on paths once known,
newly experienced as solo pilgrimage.

Observing blooms of roses
on verges previously trod or ridden
in hopeful company,
now without sense of present or presence -
Only past pleasures and promised mystery.

I see buildings and characters
reminding me of loss.
Busyness contrasts with emptiness,
hopelessness tugs at faith,
trying to work disintegrations and recasting clutter.
Pieces regather into a new mosaic,
trying to combine in narrative:
Is this a story worth writing into soul
or should it be cremated and left in the wilderness?

Coffees and friendships,
forged in difficulty and hardship,
offer companionship and understanding.
Strength may be both foolishness and wisdom,
offered graciously, received as a tribute to love.

(C) A A Koh-Butler, 2020