Travel… many write about their journeys to far flung places but what about the return? How does one re-enter gracefully after days from home and hours in transit? Last night I returned from a week in Alaska on the heels of a three-week trip to Ireland and tried to get my bearings.
When I opened the door
It was like revisiting a book I had set aside
Trying to remember the plot and the main character,
Myself, and my part in the story
Piles of unopened mail, weeds in the garden
A routine obscured by recent memories
How do I continue in my role?
Do I rewrite my destiny or carry on as it was written?
I lay down on the couch exhausted,
Wrapping my arms around the soft, safe fur of my dog