Back to love

Poetry

Photo by Raquel Santana on Unsplash

I’m working my way back
across landscapes engraved with traces of my footprints
whilst bending the edges of time
consigning nostalgia to sit on the sidelines

I’m working my way back
across galaxies beyond the stars in the corners of my eyes
that seem to twinkle in unison as I gaze, as if I’m somebody they used to know and breathe stardust with — in a different life above the sky

I’m working my way back
across rivers and streams and Oceans
that wave after wave over me
as I expel salt water from lungs that have survived drowning

I’m working my way back
with my heart fitting my own hands like a glove
back through wilderness, across years
back to life, back to me, back to love