I woke up here...
It's not someplace I know.
Seems it's been quite awhile.
It's left me feeling a bit stiff & sore.
So I stretch.
I'm dry & hungry.
Beyond parched.
Yet I'm feeling a pull.
A gentle tug.
I stretch again.
I have someplace I must go,
But I've forgotten my way.
I stretch again.
As it awakens me.
I know I can get there,
That place I need to be.
Something begins to wash over me.
I'm alive again!
The journey's been long.
And its made me weary.
Exhausted, really.
With each small movement,
I grow stronger.
I can hear sounds of there,
Motivating me.
Driving me to push on.
To continue this path,
As a life calls to me.
The suffering eases,
And a pace has taken hold.
Where once I was,
Is now gone.
Fading memories,
As if washed out to sea.
I am no longer weary or
Dry as a bone.
I'm rejuvenated.
And I am there.
It's right in front of me.
Meeting me part way.
I unload the last of my burdens,
As they have been heavy,
This journey from inside of me.
Its like a slow crawl to the sea.
Fighting towards the tide.
The ebb & flow of life's demands,
And consequences there lie.
This journey,
I know not.
Yet familiar?
It is, as if, I already knew.
I am in receipt,
Of how I am to go.
Though I am not a starfish,
With a slow & methodical pace.
My direction is clear,
Like a slow crawl to the sea.
As tides have a consistant rhythum,
With its sands on the oceans bottoms flow.
It's currents & conditions are like the life I know.
I let go & accept its force,
Carrying me away.
I am at home.
And may I never leave.
I went to the edge,
And it almost took me away.
But instead,
It brought me home.
A place I belong & need.
I will not travel so close to the edge,
And let the life's tide cast me ashore.
That slow crawl back to the sea,
Will be my life no more.
Dedicated to a muse, Lauretta Zuchetti, my friend....
