I have been missing.
I don’t know where
I went
or how I just snapped
back into place.
I re-trace
my steps, thuds, leaps,
but it’s all a mess
of half-swept-away
journeys, the patterns
barely recognisable,
trodden over
by other soles.
Was I lost?
No signposts existed to tell
me otherwise.
I zig-zagged,
stumbling over this
and that.
But now, from way up here
I can see the path,
the blemishes in the land,
the craters and set traps
as if looking at the palm
of my own hand.
I’ll follow it for now
until the lines become too hard
or too long to follow
or if I get bored,
or change my mind,
or get sucked in
again.
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