The Way Back

A syrupy rope of honeysuckle

xxxxxxhangs

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxindecently over my head

xxxxxxdesire

without xxxxxxxa hiddenxxxxxxshadow

 

So naked a moment––then

ragged scraps of clouds

xxxxxxxa leaf-streaked street

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe sky salted with stars

Not the end

xxxxxxbut ending

The moon officiates . . .

 

How long it’s taken to find a way back

 

Between near and far––

xxxxxxinexplicabilis

xxxxxxxxxxxxinextricabilis––

it’s been a riddle

xxxxxxtraversed in the dark

 

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After the cave tunnel

xxxxxxxthe yawningxxxxxxxxunseen chasm

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxafter the space

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxfracture cleared inside of
the forbidden terrainxxxxxxxxthe uncharted center

xxxxxxafter the linear path

xxxxxxxxxxxxxthe circular pattern

xxxxxxafter the grim, private ritual of death

xxxxxxxxxxxxxthe compass brokenxxxxxxxxx the needle static

after the rhythmic order of it all

xxxxxxxafter grief became a birdxxx thieving the air

dropping its seed xxxxxxxxxxxso that the tree would thrive

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxafter all of this xxxxxxafter seeing the crescent moon

xxxxxxxformed by the bull’s horns before me

when another door opened

xxxxxxxxxxxxxhow willingly I walked through it