Rhythm of Leaving

After wandering for lifetimes

Letting cracked rear view mirrors shatter and scatter in the wind

No longer looking for rays of light from underneath closed doors

Finding a place to come back to

Even before that place discovered

Creating a rhythm of leaving then coming back, leaving then coming back

A return to the comfort of stillness

Until the whisper of restlessness calls my name once more

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