Iâ€™ve come home, it seems.
Returned again to the place of my heart
where Iâ€™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, Iâ€™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.
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