I’ve come home, it seems.
Returned again to the place of my heart
where I’ve wandered before
with my stalwart companion.
The place where my spirit soars
and his runs free, ears flying.
I wonder, if I could no longer walk
for whatever reason
whether I might find such a place
Could I, would I rise to the challenge?
People do, I’m told. They rise.
People break and yet carry on.
Could I? Or rather, would I?
I pray to the trees, the creek and the dawn,
the chickadee, the kingfisher and the heron
that I never need learn the answer.