Making My Way Back Home
dust devils greet me as i walk
spinning at my feet
fielding small pebbles into tired eyes
the skies are alive
tattered strata-formed clouds scudding across expanses
of changing blues
like my mood
like those pesky inner demons that won’t let me sleep
or stop thinking of you
change happens in a blink of a dust filled eye
paths turn, clouds thicken
and raindrops mingle with the salt of tears
we try so hard to hide
... when the future seems impenetrable
with no end in sight
kicking my foot through dust devils
i squint
and look upward
peering at the sun
... weak but still visible
like this shattered heart worn upon my sleeve
i will grieve but i will carry on
to face the unknown like a warrior
and make my way back home
(2014)
