where you belong

it’s never easy to find your way back

fingers numb from cold mornings

lost amongst the sticks and dead leaves

turned around in the misty woodland

until you can’t remember from where you came

as you stupor about with furrowed brow

your mind wanders and you begin to hear

your own footsteps on those dried leaves

steady breath in the rise and fall of your ribs

and you are here, where you are right now

nowhere else to be as the pink dawn

welcomes you back to where you belong