Home 2A Poem by redzone…***...Home #2
Why does coming home seem so hard at times? It’s like the closer to home I get, the farther you are from me.
Home where the small stream, Willow Creek, flows. When it rains hard, floods, covering half the field outside the back of the house. When the water recedes, everything becomes greener, colors brighter with spurts of growth.
But, there is also damage; gardens wash away, crops lost, like emotions, floating down the receding, muddy waters. Sometimes, coming home means losing the things we love.
Willow Creek, rushes by, and I realize the water I see now is not the water I saw a week ago, a day ago, or even a few seconds ago.
Water, while continuous, rising and falling, is never the same. Friendship, is also continuous, it too flows, strengthen or weaken, never staying the same.
Coming home sometimes means losing the things we love.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 7.24.18 © 2018 redzoneAuthor's Note
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