Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Went Back

I went back twelve
times, once for each
disciple, once for each
No time was the same 
for I found I had outgrown
the place of my growing
Old jokes were no longer
humorous, old wounds
itching over with healing,
even some old memories
fading from me.

Kaitlyn Park
Oregon, US

1 comment:

donalmahoney said...

A most interesting and curious poem that I’ve read three times and cannot decipher but I can apply it to moments in my own life and what more can a reader ask for.