At midsummer, I left myself.
Like a ship finding itself completely safe
To travel in the waters, I was no longer
I stared at the outlines of mountains
being caressed by sunlight, and knew
that I was no longer searching a similar
The durable people would have stayed.
Nothing within me roared ferociously:
Only quiet thoughts that dissipated like smoke
the moment they were thought.
A little chime brought me back.
It was obtrusive to myself, so I returned.
I never left myself.
But I would.