long time gone

This time last year, I was struggling with happiness and being back from Armenia. No one can watch time float by until it's appropriate to look back on it. And even then, it's always frightening at how fast it goes and sometimes how little things change. But it has been a full year, and looking back feels necessary.

I wrote this back in late January or early February 2011. It is the very first, and only, poem I've written. I want to continue writing poetry this year and experience the magic that happens when the attempt is made.

Poem No. 1

My brain tired, from too much to process

memories and lives lived, it is a beautiful mess.

A road merges with the fork I had to take.

Something from the past comes back to hold my hand,

but I don't know who or what it is. I don't know where to stand.

My center is protected, but that feels lonely.

Those who do not know, cannot fully

make me laugh brightly or lie down in comfort.

And the search carries on, for more, for less. For calm winds

and wild adventure. For wet passion, for perfect control.

For secrets, for the missing.