Friday, April 12, 2013

Travelling Friends

It is good to be back. I have wandered and seen so much since the moon was last full. Birds, fish, turtles, alligators, cats, dogs, deer, loins, porcupines and snails. Made friends with them... had a talk... shared an afternoon sun and the midnight tides. Sort of kinship to ones own... rarely ever felt in the walls of the city. They weren't sad like you were when I left... they just turned around and went back into the jungle... into the leaves... into the sea. I stood there and wondered how it must be to have a friend go and not come back again. I don't think I will ever see the same friends again. I don't even know if that's how it's supposed to be or not. I do not know if the butterfly remembers the caterpillar. I don't know if the star dust is falling the way it should be or not. All I know is... I'm back home. Safe. Secure. Comfortable.

Yet... restless as the day I left.

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