Away. Where does time go? Enlarging a child; pushing out at the seams? Into memory; swelling gray matter, filling compartments? Drying tendons to dust and fashioning skin into whispery tissue?
Here. What is satisfaction? A barking laugh; way too loud for some but a joyous trumpet call to me. Crockery and crystal; being seated at the table with nourishing love. Being wanting yet wanted.
Now. How to live? My wandering soul, searching through the night, always returns before dawn.
Peace be still.
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