Today, I knew that I needed a complete change.

Today, I knew that I needed a complete change.

Although my life is routine, I chase novelty--

They say those who seek distraction are really hiding from themselves, but I realized young that I wasn’t interesting--

As my father reassured me: “You are nothing worth worrying about!”

Nothing was left from the day before but residual tragedy.

In time the torrential tides had rinsed away the foliage.

Their surrendered skeletons left abandoned--

Haunting the horizon.

Despite the new day, I resumed my old way.

Reduced to a river, the road could no longer guide me--

With resolution I replaced shoe with boot;

Knowing whose sole would walk me to the end of the day.

Amongst the desolation my rain jacket defined me

Its bright yellow lit me up against the world--

As though

Defying higher intention and implicating I had something to prove.

The sun walked with me as the day went on.

Eventually it took the lead and only my shadow was left behind.

Time was everywhere in-between

But I found myself somewhere yesterday.

“Please understand that it was not until just recently that I learned to plant my roots--to cease being a rolling stone as one might put it.”

How was it to let the wind carry her but never being able to settle?

How might it feel to be newly planted and able to grow?

She sought solace in anchoring herself--finding something she could rely on

while I found freedom in losing myself--finding something I could reflect on

An unsolved mystery--

She had me lost in thought.

“I am always running. I am afraid that ‘it’ will catch me. Whether ‘it’ is time trying to collect my health or ‘it’ is a deep repressed memory trying to freeze me in that moment forever.”

Perhaps she was too young to appreciate time--

the lessons it teaches for one to become an adult

Or maybe she was too old to appreciate life--

the memories it manifests for one to become ageless

I hope I had removed her remorse: her past pains

and alleviated her anxiety: her future fears

I wished we would meet again

So she might realize time would heal her.

For now residual tragedy existed in the world, challenging us to commence our lives.

At that moment I was lost no longer

For my revised route had returned me to my writer’s study

And I found myself in the present.