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Homecoming
As I was pushing on,
The Wall appeared,
Falling to my knees,
I cursed it.
One time
Closing down,
Silent,
Withdrawn,
Letting go of the longing (wanting) to arrive.
Out of some deep passage-way
My hands begin to move across the cold smooth stones.
Fingers already knowing where to go,
Finally coming around the corner
Opening not only the eyes but everything.
Slowly getting up walking on,
No questions, no hesitation,
Opened to a breath,
A step,
A breath,
A step,
A Breath,
A step.
John Travis 2005