Returned

4/14/12

some stories 

are personal

like being alone
on the mountain
in the night sky

darkness holding still
in the cool night air

not once
did i wish for you
in the stillness

i had company enough
in the kind of quiet
that helps you 

remember
yourself

so my roots
spread out
and i stood firm
in the holy ground
of my humanness

it was like this

a fullness
almost opposite
loneliness

and i had 

no longing
for leaving

for i had run 

far enough
to be returned 

to myself