Time waits

In which I receive a call.

Come home, she says, a repeated plea.

Home.

There’s so much love there. Two people who will literally sandwich me when I’m howling and bathed in eau du vomit. They will hold me fast against the strange forces that wreck my body. They will feed me, comfort me, walk for me, and help me scrape the bottom of the barrel for sticky dregs of laughter.

Home.

Time stops there. Away from the life I have built for myself, the people I have collected, the places I call my own. There live the ones who knew me first, from knee high upward. There are the ones who taught me, inspired me, keep me in their hearts even now. It is there that childhood memories are unpacked.

Home brings summer flowers and cool rooms, new grown frogs and an old purring lap blanket. 

And yet a part of me asks, what then? 

Is this forever? 

Am I letting go of this life I’ve been building and falling a decade backward? Acceding to whatever it is that tears at my body?

Perhaps home must be given new lines to speak. I must dust it off, wipe away the sepia and see it in the light of the present. 

Safe harbour in the midst of this ship-wrecking storm.

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