Tuesday, September 14, 2010

I returned to an old lover today. He enveloped me in a cloak of green, slightly golden around the edges. Walking over his splintered boardwalk, cattails swaying over my crown. I soaked in the memory of our first cognizance.
I'd left him last autumn, and so I'd returned.

Returned to his beauty. Where I'd seen fireflies and foxes; otters and owls; tree frogs and turtles; egrets and elderberries; wild turkeys and wildflowers.

No bikers.
No joggers.
No dogs.

Teeming with transcendent life, a near silence surrounded me.

I sat.

Just myself and my thoughts.
Hands intertwined, his familiarity felt like home.
A home I'd missed.

And I walked on.


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