Coming Back
for Joyce H.
The window closes;
your heart pushes its reserves.
You still see.
The dark resists
what light begins to fill the cracks.
Still, you see.
Time — slowed to a crawl —
binds you to tomorrow.
See, it's always like this:
Sometimes you ride instead of walk.
Sometimes you pull in before reaching out.
Usually, it's enough
just to notice what's outside
Beyond the pane,
awaiting your welcome home.
Copyright 2009 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.
Note: I'll be unreachable for the next several days, although I've scheduled some posts, including an "All Art Friday Special Edition"—an interview with Florida artist Nuch Owen whose image "Koi" I licensed for Transformational Threads. I'll looking forward to catching up with all of you. Namaste.
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3 comments:
Usually, it's enough
just to notice what's outside
Beyond the pane,
awaiting your welcome home.
I've struggled with physical depression for years, but it's worst when I start to question whether I'll ever come back or not. These last poem-words brought tears.
I'm going to remember them.
i understand
to some degree
and you write a beautiful
poem of
encouragement
and love
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