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RETURN
I’m grateful for the exhaustive journey
Where the sea is abundant though I only need
A few drops to quench my thirst
I’m grateful for all the songs I’ve heard
And all the beings I’ve met, dead and alive
Who speak the same l-a-n-g-u-a-g-e
The great distance only brings you closer
To my daily laboring in the loud silence
Where I learn how to undo the night by gathering stars
Each room is a poem
Each poem a flower that grows deeper
Into the soil at my finger tips
I’m grateful for your open arms
Making me realize that I have never left you
(Coming back as naked as ever been)
I’m also grateful for the confusion and the bitter wine
I had to drink before something so small
Like a poem could free me
But what trickery the word “freedom” can be!
Now the “slaves” are given the free reign
To run as fast as the cogs in machines
“I am back!” I say to a black wall
Grateful for not knowing who I am today
(What a wonder it is to forget "who I am" even for a day!)
You remain silent, waiting & loving all the same
::june 2005
art: Allison Keating
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