It was a decent living at one time, a nice way to make a stay
Even though it led to the mindless compulsion to wander off
I’ve often been called restless, suppose I cannot refuse a mystery
Life lived as a zigzagging and futile attempt to replicate a cherished home
Only the late evening wailing can ever return me to my right mind
She was here once, was once a visitor who stayed beyond her appointed leisure
Some moments pass through us like poison winds, leave us scarred beyond reason
Come out to the other side, they call
Come join us in a moment of calm
Turned and looked to see who beckoned me
Only to find the dead brown leaves of fall
And lachrymose reminders of a day left in a dark past
Copyright 2016 by Jerrold Bray Miller. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission.