No east nor west in the furniture stores
by which to map your search for comfort.
No horizon nor prevailing wind
by which to reckon a course.
Yet self-assured you stride
unencumbered and unabstracted,
your needs a coalescence
of fixed starts newborn
to aid your navigation
out of thirteen years.
Eyes quick, palms testing,
your butt and back alert to nuance.
Spirit within you and within your budget
of an ancient coastal fisherwoman--
newly single mother.
Tape measure quivers between
your hand and mine,
no premonition of our true distance
nor how soon we will encounter
the weather that marks the passage
from comfort that I am
to the comfort I can't provide.