In Transitu

There are times when the veil is drawn.


Days go missing,

while retreat seems the only option –

Time away from the world to heal;

to gather fragments and splinters

back to a body weakened with pain

and strange imaginings.


Many eschew the need –

push beyond boundaries like babies crowning,

struggling to breach a new world

before anything is known;

where all is forgotten

and a burning to explore, all-consuming.


I used to be a wanderer;

no further need to cast far afield of myself.

Invisible cords keep me tethered

to this life, this presence.

No longer yearning for distractions.



4 thoughts on “In Transitu

  1. I can’t get over that picture. The words are great mind, but that picture… just really interesting.


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