The Way Back

Field
of vision, like temporary cracked pavements
Narrow and familiar
Short tiring gray path
Obstacle course littered with muck and dog feces
Like my mind when it takes
A quick dip in the dark lake
Between the mountains
where the fish make smiling faces
and the water is warmer than expected
but a starving man sees only food and I saw only hope
Reaching out to what seemed
Like rescue ropes
to be pulled to the shore and resuscitated
The dead roots of a long gone willow tree
and I held myself by myself

Field
of vision, like field of sunflowers
Romanian sunflowers growing
Pictured underneath the sunset sun
Purple, orange, and shades my words cannot describe
Like the time I went to the sea
and sat by the shore
Watching the crabs and the fish struggle to exist
It was summer but I’d forgotten the taste of summer
until I sat cross-legged on that half pier
and heard the laughs of the swimmers
Like a miner striking gold for the second time, I
Found something that some call happiness
Sunburnt skin spoke up this morning and
I realized it was something else
It was the way back to myself

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