Untitled 3/19/2012

It is not a watchword to remember,
not a mantra.
It is a vision that you found
around a turning in the trail,
of the ending of a trail
at a place you had not seen since childhood;
of a finally permissible rewinding
to a clear and happy state
of early grace, and of unexpected understanding
that the way is somehow clear,
and a waking in the heart
like morning, or a gentle coming home.

March 19 2012