Time to Go Back

Shadows,

along the periphery,

come close,

and recede,

some days 

I give in

to their promise

of familiarity,

and a place to hide.

 

I go,

wanting escape

from the work of life,

growing pains,

even at this age.

 

There is comfort

in the shadows,

the indulgence 

of licking all wounds,

and naming all lessons,

sometimes 

with clenched teeth.

 

Then,

I hear a call,

of the chickadee,

the small dog,

the laughing heat of my lover,

and I remember,

it’s time to go back.

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 Photo: Leigh Pumilia

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