We try a new drug, a new combination <br/>of drugs, and suddenly <br/>I fall into my life again <br/><br/>like a vole picked up by a storm <br/>then dropped three valleys <br/>and two mountains away from home. <br/><br/>I can find my way back. I know <br/>I will recognize the store <br/>where I used to buy milk and gas. <br/><br/>I remember the house and barn, <br/>the rake, the blue cups and plates, <br/>the Russian novels I loved so much, <br/><br/>and the black silk nightgown <br/>that he once thrust <br/>into the toe of my Christmas stocking.
Jane Kenyon