I went away for awhile,
left pages and pages of words behind,
walked back into the real world,
that place when in the present,
often leaves me,
silly I suppose,
afraid of my many shadows.
I found I missed my shelter,
subject to an enlightenment far more real,
than perhaps certain words splayed on paper.
I discovered I would look more intently,
at a lush forest,
the crack in asphalt in a road,
perhaps broken glass swept into the corner,
with each visual,
knowing what I might be thinking,
had little bearing upon all that exists around me.
I took a journey recently,
through hills and waterways,
where nature’s beauty enhanced our days,
I realized I will never be alone.
Having traveled some distance helped
offer a newer perspective on responsibility.
I’m just left curious if that will hold.