I have been gone these last
Having swallowed confusion,
I birthed bewilderment.
The solid earth on which I stood
Calved like ice into the sea.
I, who like an arrow, must push forth
Now found myself befogged, adrift,
Traveling without my customary compass,
I could not see past
Having no idea where I was going,
I could not write of it.
And then one day,
Still foggy, still adrift,
I realized I could embrace just that,
And write of it.
With acceptance came peace;
And with the peace came words.
And here I am still,
Writing with my eyes tight shut,