Sunday, January 27, 2013

...home sun...



 Even the word sounded strange to me now.
How long had I been gone?
How long had I been back?
Did it matter?
I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live.
I followed the current.
I was silent and attentive.
I made a conscious effort to smile... nod... stand... and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on Earth.
I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again.
But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong.
That somehow I was wrong about everything".