I thought it would be easier, somehow
coming back here
like coming home
to rest, to be familiar again.
But somehow is not today,
not now.
Because this isn’t as much home
as it was.
The slow, relentless current
pushes on, carries us downstream
into the muddiness of now, and
the clarity of yesterday
remains upstream, just beyond the bend.
To be lost in the familiar
and away while yet at home
jostles my insides.
Like spinning in circles
in an empty field
stumbling, lurching across
crinkly grass while
the see-saw world rises up
to baffle me again.
rgotheart 
Donna J Boschma
June 28, 2012 at 12:17 am
You express it so well Richard. I have a huge amount of respect for who you are and what you do. Love you Richard.
Carol De Velder
June 28, 2012 at 12:27 am
So well written Richard. Sorry I didn’t get to see you but I knew you were here for immediate family. I love you and miss your teaching. You have a made a difference in my life. Thanks