All Mapped Out
by Ziggy Dicks, Regular Contributor

The day she fell
she stopped being my guide
and I’d take her watch
They said she dropped
not far from her door
she rattled as a pill bottle
in laughing wind
I knew through lensless eyes
she would escape me
and explore, moved in night
Between bouts
of my childcare duties
she was juddered to rehab
and busy clean smiles
They told her to fetch
her own tea and stir
slug up mountains
and walk without gear
So, she ascended
surveyor of her own feet
to make her own breakfast
they guided her to cups
ovens and pans
all laid out in a care plan
but nobody could teach her
how to suck eggs