There were no stairs to climb
between four floors explored
in dreams repeated through the night.
Questions roamed with me and more,
excited by the unexpected chance
to replace an old dwelling with new,
under reconstruction which winds blew
through openings in walls.
The misplaced furnace unable to heat
such a large space blocked a place
to park a car. No garage. Its saving grace
was its place on a city street
where I could walk amid constant activity,
unlike the sedate pace of my current home.
The mortgage would be the same
I was assured. No years added
to its satisfaction date.
Did I want this new home built on the old?
Or this new body if Jung is to be believed?
Indecision and insistent queries gave me pause.
Better to draw an old body into new?
Or stay the course more ancient but more safe?
A question for the ages?
Or simply for the aging?
annarino writes 