Going back
(Three Nun’s bridges Thetford)
The river still flows from where it began
the bull-rushes and weeds lay still
there is no breeze today so the water is peaceful
in a place I remember was real.
Going back to the beginning and starting again
finding small things that relate to my past
trying to remember all the good things around me
but the memories are so old they don’t last.
Maybe these thoughts are just hope in disguise?
Still searching for “that” place I belong?
Going back to the start maybe my heart will remember
a place where my heart once belonged?