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I WILL RETURN


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where've I been?
--some place
not so new,
distant,
but endlessly old,
changing, yet changeless...

that's where I've been
I long to return there...
as those ancient amphibians did
long ago
those eventually evolved into
what I am today--
an animal who thinks

or,
perhaps,
I might be a starfish
gazing up into my brilliant night sky
wondering when I would belong there
or
I might be one of the white grains
of softened sand
trampled along the shore
or
I might be a shell
no longer occupied
noticing how I've been emptied
or
I might be the ocean swells
claiming all that crosses my path
greedily
and finding myself wantinng of more
and more

I would live here
in my heart
I would divine what is in my soul
to return again and often
and even do so as I sleep in my dreams
my will so strong it would
grant all my wishes for this
permanently opened door.
 
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I have been to the ocean and have found it difficult
to return to the life of land-lovers
--the city is a place to get by in
not a place in which to thrive.
The ocean is a living place. A breathing space.
Fresh and ever-changing and alive. I will make it
my mission to return as often as I/we are able.


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3:59/10/21/2019 TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A HOWELLS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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