Alone

It takes a village.

But we've scattered.  Isolated.  In our cars, our high rises, our jobs.  Our sprawling lawns.  Our distance.

We're alone.  Separate.

Where's my village?

Where are the casseroles, the cleaning crew, the ladies who sit and knit with me.  Who bear witness to my pain.  Who watch and wait.  The community that holds me up.  That holds us up.

We've substituted electronics, doctors, institutions.  Modern life.

We've lost so much.

But I have my pills.