The Traveler

Sometimes I miss myself.

Where am I?

Not out there.

All those places of far-flung wildness

where I went searching.

Digging around for something 

I had no words for.

No.

Right here.

Right here.

All here.

Except for that part of me,

that persistent and necessary part of me,

that’s still in all those places

I went looking.

 

 

*photo credit: Sally Mann

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