It’s tough to see
with a clear eye.
These tears fall
and freeze in winter time.
No looking back,
even if I did,
I wouldn’t see
the summer time.
Made my choice.
Picked a direction
and rode that vector in.
Called it home,
where one life ends
and another begins.
I pushed every muscle,
every moment,
every thought,
to get me back up to
the same ledge
I fell off.
I watched it all go
and never once felt lost
on my way home;
the only way I’ve got.
The wind is gonna blow
and the end is gonna call,
but I know,
when the mountains start to grow,
that left my past behind.
I’m inclined
to take a chance
at letting myself have
some good things, now.
My plane is landing
on an old, dirt track
that’s usually a road.
Coming in from somewhere
that I’d rather not talk about.
So,
I watch the land jump
as we come to a stop
and my feet touch the ground.
I take a deep breath in,
and even though
there’s no one around,
I know
I’ve come home.
HG – 2021
