Monday, August 29, 2011

Follow Your Nose

Miracle lost me.
Unleashed, I was too hard to keep track of and have
wandered far from her happy hands.
I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean

to turn my back but once my eyes
lost color and lacked light it was far too late
and I am much too far away
to find her by hearing happy sounds of clapping hands.

I follow what’s left:
Hansel and Gretel’s stale crumbs and the smell
of old things leading home. Home,
where everything reminds you of everything.