remembered walks

Drunken wind 
and sidewalks furl.
Upon all sides 
the darkness shines 
as I reel in 
my moorings still. 
A long way home, 
and feeling quite 
at home 
adrift 
the whole 
long way in parts 
forgotten 
past recall 
in starts that fit 
by puzzle piece, as 
consciousness
closed into 

kill. 

Sharpened moments, 
gravity 
shift and catch 
necessity 

between long instants 
unabsorbed. Rolling off 
like tides off shores. 

Not even feeling slightly
ill.

Nor touching sleep,

not here, not yet,
it's not the place
for that I bet.
In motion still,
we can't
forget. 

Until front door 
blooms huge and real
and green, 

and key snicks in to turn, 
and pushing through. 
Straight out to yard, 

safe under stars! 

So long I yearned.