coming back to the barb (as it were)
is turning out to be much more surreal than i imagined
what was that yesterday outside the library?
those yelling voices i flinched at, thinking fight! (of course),
then wait, it's Westmont
(but don't i hear & see fights multiple times a week?)
& eating kumquats out of the formal gardens, evening walks with You
might be keeping this chest breathing
(peace, child)
saturday eve my flight arrived: a few of us went to the beach,
listened to the waves, smoked cigars, talked until 2am
sunday morning i held back tears
this aint the city anymore, baby
been drawing figures, contours, shading with my fingers
thank You for the little moments of friendship & beauty
especially when i sort of want to scream
2 comments:
keep writing it all down, honey. there will be world enough and time to hold it all. welcome back. it is good to cry.
bummed i didn't get to see you. all of these experiences are just part of the unique journey you're on. reintegration is hard. continue to let your future define you, and your next steps
thanks for the encouragement cari. always.
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