Lost and Found

I am instantly lost

in the towered big city maze of the past

where a hazy remembrance of  life’s landmark events

serves as the only available point of reference.

I go there to uncover old wounds

allowing new air into stale, dark vacuum sealed places

that they may breathe again

become alive again

maybe even be repaired.


All of this

fueled by an irrational hope

for a future freed of past encumbrances.


After many voyages, I now know

this well intentioned exploration

alone by itself

does not work.


And then an unexpected breeze caresses my cheek,

I stop

simply come home

to this present here and now,

and unbridled love gallops in

opens, heals, forgives, then

I am freedom found.