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.