Maybe it really does take years. I counsel clients about this all the time. Why should it not refer to me as well? I am making my list of what I can do now, and offering it up.
Maybe I needed a year
For every four or five years
To recapture the pieces
That are really mine.
Maybe I needed these six years
Of school
Of trainings
Of seizures
Of sitting in the pew in front,
Now further back;
A year of serving
The Clinic;
Six months
At the Halfway House;
Six years scanning the horizon
For what is most likely buried
In my own back yard,
Under the crab apple.
Maybe I needed these six years
To determine the pieces
That fit.
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