Shrinking

I “talk” to people on the web From countries far away, A few I’ve been to, others that I’d hoped to see one day. By telephone or FaceTime I connect with those I know, Some frequently enough I’m up On all their ebb and flow. Despite all that, the world that I Inhabit has begun To shrink a little more each day; My travel days are done. The prison I’ve created, Though much better than a cell, Is the confines of my home, The rooms of which I know so well. My neighborhood provides me With some peaceful walking streets And a bench besides the river Gives me afternoon retreats. Once a week I’m granted freedom; To the suburbs we do drive, Spending time with kids and grandkids To remind me I’m alive. Other people are expanding In the things they choose to do But I’m stuck without the tools I need To help me break on through.