Returning
There is nothing that prepares you for what can happen somewhere when you are gone
it is the going back
it is the re-discovery
it is the re-entereing
it is the things that would have happened anyway
the things that out of your control
it is the smoke that hangs from the fires that make it harder to breathe in fully and make the sunrise seem apocalyptic
it is all the news that just kept on going, going, going, at this crazy, unbelievable pace
from one distraction to the next and still it goes…
smoke and mirrors, and then just smoke
it is the threat of war, the hashtags that are new and simultaneously old and familiar
wondering if they will hear it in a new way…
understand the incomprehensible until you experience it directly
we forget our lived humanity and have an even harder time trying to imagine someone else’s
it is the returning to the everything, even the things we want to change
