Homecoming

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Time’s rushing by like a river. There was a hard frost on the ground this morning. I’ve been busy with work and busy with play and busy chasing hopes and dreams in between, so I hadn’t noticed winter creeping up around the edges. I was hanging suspended for a while, swaying, not sure which way to go, but you’ll be happy to know I’ve thrown up some threads and started to weave a web again. I feel steadier, less raw, less exposed – a little frost won’t hurt me now. I’ve been distracted, but there can be delight in distraction – it shows you paths you might not have seen when you were single-minded. You can come back to yourself and find a little purpose. And in the meantime, I po’ed an em.

 

Homecoming

Nothing to reproach

Sunlight sparkling on a crystal lake

Mountains folding you in a rocky embrace

And clouds floating by their greeting

You were gone too long

Don’t go away again

Everyone leaves

That’s what they say

But if you come back

The streets will welcome you

New faces will become old friends

Just show yours

Take the roads you used to ride

Gently pluck the threads

See, they resonate like musical strings

The past becomes a story

A song

The future an open book

A symphony

 

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5 thoughts on “Homecoming

  1. saraletourneau

    Lovely poem, Sara! I also liked your intro paragraph. “A little frost won’t hurt me now…” It sounds like you’re in a better place emotionally that you were a couple months ago. 🙂 What do you think?

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    1. Sara Litchfield Post author

      Thanks Steph 😀 haha, we’re definitely due some powder that’s for sure – this is the season!

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  2. Deborah Makarios

    WordPress doesn’t show me your posts in my reader until they’re a few days old 🙁
    But I’m glad you’re feeling better. It’s always an interesting experience to return to a place you’ve already been, and see how you’ve both changed.

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