And I’ll see the Back of my own Head.
- James Boccone
- Dec 21, 2021
- 1 min read
I’ve arrived
in an alternate world.
A place with many possibilities
and great potential for both
danger and new joy.
But I am not a stranger to this land
or to myself.
I look down at my feet.
I have traveled on
similar stones before.
The foliage here
is not entirely foreign.
Like water taking
the path of least resistance,
my feet start walking
as soon as I arrived.
They drag the rest of my body along
before I even get a chance to think.
Shameful, predictable procedure.
I know the comfort
of the sun against my face
will feel nice.
The river water
will be refreshing.
But I know I’ll wander.
I’ll get lost and wind up
somewhere unpleasant.
Cut my feet on
sharp volcanic glass
and tell no one.
Maybe twist my ankle
while gazing up at
distant worlds in the night sky.
And I know that at the end of the trail,
after I’ve endured the punishment
of my wandering feet,
I’ll recognize where I stand yet again.
I’ll squint my eyes
and look far
into the distance ahead of me.
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