She has common objects there,
a blanket, only the necessary bowls, some eating utensils. Things are
simpler and things are done with much weight and gravity.
There are rituals, common rituals that involve
body and water and stone. Cleaning. Drinking. Being still.
When I visit my mother she is a transparent crane fly. The house is so beautiful.
There is cleared land and a fence, beyond which there are fields with wildflowers and
this is bordered by tall rows of trees.
She is a crane fly. A crane fly.