Flight by Self[ish]


I went from there –

the past,

a different self –

to here,

hardly thinking it would matter.


In between is always easier.

Maybe I should have known.


I imagined myself found.

I imagined myself.


Dreams are appearing

in front of me

on the ocean

like fireflies in the night.


How did I get from there

to here?


I remember you asking

when I would be back.


I told you I was back


but when you misheard

I did not repeat.


Now here is there

and you are you

but unremembered.


If I had a million wings I would sew them to my body and fly away again.

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    • Do you remember that character in one of the Madeleine L’Engle books who was round and had all the shifting wings? I can’t remember what it was called, but if I were that, I would be home in a minute.

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