seldom have i felt as easy on my feet
hesitancy fled in chill-growing
winter’s expectancy even though
there
familial warmth fed footsteps
seeking distant paths and i walked
where blood of my blood kept counsel
knew where i came from
in morning’s bas relief
mementos were sure
and comforting
memories filling gaps
polished from constant
use and the sounds
returning
i see tomorrow now
with no regrets
i know where
i am going, know
that i did not
come back
to return
© 1 June 2009, I. D. Carswell
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