From the days half-remembered
And the fields beyond any the boundaries
Of our backyards.
I left the safety of the home I built for myself.
If only I understood that it would not last forever.
Instead, it blurs into the next,
Each crystalline moment
Dissolving into a swirling miasma of warm feelings.
Even within my bower,
I was not safe.
No choice could save me from my home.
But now I forge ahead,
Clear-eyed and present.