After a week on the road
with no destination in mind

I found my Self
in an all but forgotten camp

In the middle of nowhere
outside of time

Sitting near a shallow lake
where blue heron screamed

Like tormented souls
Like tortured ghouls

Like demons

Their cries echoing
among the deadfall

Encircling my little sanctuary
enveloping it

Protecting it
keeping me aware and

Safe from those memories
of a life I meant

To leave behind
forever

But never can

On my return
from that fall into oblivion

I washed the dust
from my journey

In a frigid lake
and was reminded

Gently
by Life itself

There was nothing left to find
It was time to go home

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J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by j m greff