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,
simply come home
to this present here and now,
and unbridled love gallops in
opens, heals, forgives, then
I am freedom found.