Palinode

June 17, 2003

All the things dredged from the depths of my mind
crawl back to where I have to look upon all the rot.
I thought them torn from my head in just enough time
that I would never be shattered by my thought.
The cries of the child have come to be routine
and he's now playing alone in this life transition.
My role as necessity has changed into the same scene
that pulled me off to the wilderness of imagination.
I've managed and run right through all the laundry
piled and littered around my empty and hurried journey.
Nothing is left to do but to run back to the sundry
wishes for more than just what I thought was all I need.
I no longer hold the infant tight,
as he gazes and amazes and learns
all things so important about life.
I no longer have the bright yearn
of a youth to hold me in his eye.
My life slowed back to just the roll of wonder
beyond signs and senses that I used to ponder.
I am left exactly where I always used to be.
I suspect my mind is whispering, "This is me."