Friday, July 12, 2013


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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